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Stranded |
Sudden darkness
as the lightbulb fell
from the ceiling fixture,
shattering like a silent scream
on the uneven ground,
and now I can't rise
from the bed, least
I pierce my feet
on broken glass
in this natural blindness.
If only the bulb had dropped
a minute earlier, you'd
still be on the bed
beside me, our argument distracted
before it could begin. I wouldn't
been alone now, and we might
make love to shed
the shards of fright
fiercely alive in our hearts,
the sound of that breaking glass
unnaturally loud in that room
suddenly without light.
But would the lightbulb
still have fallen
if you hadn’t slammed the door
with such final force, the vibration
of your exit like an echo
of the dark hatred
in your once shining eyes?
copyright 2020
Edward
Lee |
