DOROTHY C.

DOROTHY C.

And if there be malice
clutching to my soul with murderous intent,
how then shall I strive
to release myself from the mire
of your poisonous love?

Wherever I ran to, you were there
like some dammed omnipotent hag
cackling far into the night,
even invading the relative safety
of my feigned dreams.

Why then
must each of us pay
for what others do?
Why then
does the burden of your being
haunt me still?

-sapphoq 10/28/05