Heel
Absolutes are irresolute;
your irresponsibility is to blame.
How dare you
beckon me to your side
when you don't even know which side you are on?
The dawn comes too quickly and we have no idea that
we are even talking,
or breathing,
at least consiously.
Our dance and chat comes
easily,
fluid
like
the pus within
an infected wound
that we hope would never kill us
yet
it might be the
bee that stung too deeply
into the heel that felt no pain
of the Achilles
that his mother hoped to save
by dunking him into the polluted pond.
mother superior will not be able to save you now, darling.
That is because I have you now.
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