Dear Friend

Dear friend, My betrayal is sticking out of you I left it in your upper back at dawns crack Its steel is moulded from 30 pieces of silver and a treacherous kiss I swear it was not premeditated, a moments stir more like We had always just been aquaintances, she and I Our longest conversation, a 1 second hello or goodbye No lingering stare, no mistaken touch Barbed Fences held high, she was after all the apple of your eye See, the amputation of the arms of our brotherhood was not the aim of this dalliance If wishes were horses I’d ride back to yesterday To the club where she and I shared ‘hellos’ and ‘how do you do’s’ To that place where the rivers of whisky drowned all statutes of right and wrong To that crack in time where the silver viper in my throat sang a dethrobbing song At least then I’d erase that morning where I woke up with her mistake in my bed That morning where my first thought was…….OH GOD!!