Every body a shadow causes..
The sluggish thought mind still numb
with recent pain mulled over, eyes
red rimmed (one with blood vessel
popped and pooled) and watching the light
flicker and dance behind curtains still drawn
to keep strangers’ and God’s vision from
Her heart beat on.
Patches and polka dots of bruising dotted limbs
in shade of the cala lilies she’d been bought
A strange beauty, such floral shade on pallid skin,
tendons and veins raised under fragile dermis pricked
with remnant fear.
Maybe the outer light she should let in
to cleanse the soul… Don’t get ahead. Her brain
at least, then, day-bleached of circular thoughts –
the night on repeat: vicious, vivid, violent.
She lay still, let these slow thoughts surround her
in stead of the duvet discarded on the floor,
body yet naked: a map of what was done.
Day would spend itself out and night return,
and so too him.
She closed her eyes and wept.