Beware the Parting Gift...

Trinkets broken, blistered beads rolling like skittering ants shoulders cast forward in an elegant dive rainbow of colors broken open alive to catch them, to keep them, a necklace- to weep them, to mourn them alone as your anchor She made them for you as a gift of affection a necklace to ward off the notes of inflection the tone in her voice, your love an infection she sought to cleanse out and to scrape A parting of sorrow, a never tomorrow which left you derisive and pregnant, but hollow with thoughts of a future, kept paper thin - shallow a hope of love under the moon And now the flood opens, the sea beads lie broken the palms of your hands with her passionless token to fester infection, to breed insurrection to shoulder the truth which you never have spoken You shouldn't have worn it, but savagely torn it right off of your neck when she proudly adorned it Her parting goodbye gift, her "let's still be friends" You should never have passively made these amends The past broken brittle with baubles and pendants hung dripping like mercury poisonous liquid to choke out your breath and remind you to death of the yesteryear glimmer deluxe Words unspoken, taut and unwritten with barbs on the ends to make sure that one listens and sweet comprehends This broken endeavor, this think of her never this colorful noose you will gallantly sever Gifts of departure purloined and discovered to be vacuumed from the palette of your life.