Emily Winters                                                                                                      

I Bid You Ado

Handkerchief tied to the inside of my wrist,

Frantically waving my arms in the sky,

The clouds profess their support for the cause,

Yet they blow away my tissue.

The rivers streaming down my face,

The winds are steaming,

My sweet, sweet disgrace…

Breaks your bones

And it breaks my soul,

The shattering

Stretching -

Oh! My ears!

The beauty with which you shine,

A star in the ever-growing night,

Yet the blackness, bleakness,

Darkness, weakness,

Snuck in through the window and seized the window –

Opportunity!

Corruption, pins and needles,

Snatching your heart and sewing through the holes –

The maggots and worms that gnaw your flesh,

They had begun to eat and eat,

                                                           And

          eat…

Sawing straight through the marrow,

The glare of the sun and my heart so narrow –

Constricted like your airways,

And choking like the bugs as they chew your filthy soul.