Everything
Everything
you wanted to keep
you stuffed
in the battered suitcase
and locked it up.
Things you didn’t want
were left to rot
or go to waste
or be carried off
by some other.
Everything
you wanted to keep
was locked inside,
except his love,
which
like some precious gem
was stolen by a lesser girl,
and you were left
the wound of heart.
It bleeds through
the dress’s top
and no amount
of pressing hands
to your breast
or pushed prayers
will stop.
