A Bitter Pill Swallowed
You made me into
a pregnant pause,
the scratch
on the banister,
beside a dim photo
eaten by time and wear,
I felt diminished
but as the scarab turned
the dung
so did life revolve
to remember
the existence
of the scratch
I am now a canyon,
never step too near the edge,
for the groove is now
fathoms deep,
and I will swallow you up
as if you never were …
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