Like An Angry Woman

 

     I could feel it growing deep inside my chest,

A slow pain stinging,

Making me grasp my side

As I tried control its hold,-

It made me lurch,

Made me stoop

And double over

Yet I carried it every day.

 

     ‘You’ll not come here again,’ –

She said through clenched teeth,

I clutched my chest

But nodded in agreement,

My eyes wincing

As a demon beat

A sporadic ripple

On the muscle – now struggling

To flow life’s red river,

Through each vessel of the tired torso

That lunged upon the ground.

 

     She stood over me,

Blocking out the sunlight

As she struck a manly pose

In clothes a gentleman of honour

Would adorn to conceal his

True intention,

And she laughed

Without first considering what ails

The man writhing on the ground,

 

     She made to give first aid,

Felt the heat upon my head,

Tended the pulse upon my wrist,

But never,

Never checked the heart,

She swayed to and fro

Upon my being,

Letting in the light

Then drowning out with darkness

As she smiled and frowned,

 

     Looking puzzled,

She raised my limp wrist

Then let it fall back to

The floor,

     I could see her now below,

The skylight opening to accept

My fleeting life,

And I watched as she

Pulled the pistol to my head,

 

     She pulled the trigger,

But all was silent as I rose

Further and further upwards,

     And then I saw her anger rise too

As she realized by lack of blood,

My heart had stopped beating

Some - time before,

 

     ‘You’ll stay here,’

I whispered as I began to fade this world,

     She looked in my direction,

But never once saw

What she’d sent away,

She made a gesture to my chest,

Looking in and upon,

Then she smiled

The knowingness

She kids herself full knowledge of,

 

     Then went shopping

For ‘other,’ male adornments.