THERE
SHE GOES AGAIN
misery
has a daughter,
my heart her
fair abode
and unmoving
target.
she stands
in the field of you,
loosing words
like random arrows,
smiles like
drops of blood
in a teacup.
swirling,
dripping,
one lump or
two,
not sugar,
but knots
in my stomach.
her lips are
so red today.
everyday.
behind the
bike shed,
time and pain,
caught
in a kiss.
a hole in
my chest.
No ray of
light, no angel
hidden there.
You took them
with you,
not in your
pocket, but
on the heel
of your shoe.
- Smithy
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