Marital Bliss

Surely, you number the creatures who occupy
Hell among your closest friends, and, surely,
You hope they'll eviscerate me. What's left
To lacerate? I'd like to know. Decades of
Marriage, of endless complaints, have made
Hamburger out of what was a man. My body
Is spiritless. Flail away. It long ago entered
Their realm.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-10-12 at 02:17

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