Friday, January 16, 2009

Stormy Love

A man sits alone, depressed, as the rain
pours. Pounding at the roof he cries,
hating the forbidden. The little girl inside
her cuts at porcine flesh, making it easy.
As the blood drips on the wood floor,
making a puddle, she thinks of him.
He breaths on the window and scribbles
her name in the fog, as she whispers
into her pillow his. Thunder grows
and lighting guilt's, she tares at her hair
and he punches the wall. Blood stained
sheets and a tear dampen face connect them.

Deidre Grotbo