When You Were Mine

Ten days in

I toast myself

A public bloodletting

And finally, those left fallen in front of me

To look around said self now seems silly

And sad, among the dead souls

Let me pause to chuckle a moment..

 

When my blood reaches your doorstep

You will come to me like you always have

I love you

I wait in complete pain and anticipation thinking about the direction your hair grows

At the nape of your neck

And that half smile you try not to give

 

I am not like the others

I am the in-between, the perhaps, the time being

I was a lost child, and you loved me

I do not look like you

Or think like you

Or want what you have

I want what you are

 

And what I want requires complete destruction of everything around me

Then you will realize what I meant, twenty years our ghost

Our nature

I will stroke your face while I look you in the eye

To remind you: I saved the best for last.

 

The bodies at my feet belong to me

Withered and sallow they, the Me I play

To be lined against the wall and struck down

One by one, by One

It almost makes me feel—

 

But, there is no occasion for that now

I have got a date with Creation,

And she slapped me last time I was late

~ by Joy Suzanne Grazer on January 10, 2012.

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