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The Devil's Wife

Inverse Goddess of life,
You destroy what you refuse to love,
Love not, what your loins thirst for,
The smallest act of pleasure for you,
When you pee, when you poo,
Drives another nail into the weathered,
Worn planks of my life's final platform,
Imprisons my prayer for all that's merciful.

Oh where are you now Love?
I fear my tears fuel your smile,
A new kind of excrement, tears turned to blood,
My saliva is red with remorse,
I bite my own cheeks to mask
The pain of your absence,
My pores sweating blood too,
I contemplate eminent death on the cross.

For you live not for life itself
But in fear of life exceeding your imagination,
Poor pleasure indeed that cannot see
Beyond the Rift Valley that is your conscience,
Spirit cast out, no longer indwelling mortal flesh
Your finger still smoldering from the devil's ring
His gift to all the human race (you are not alone)….
Separation from all that's Holy.

But there is a power in renunciation,
Even if it is not yours, but your masters.
Through fear, through cowardice,
Stripped nude by his hand, modesty in tatters,
You snuggle into His arms, that cold embrace, 
And smile, still parted by His quill, and whisper,
'Was it good for you sweetie?'
You settle at last for nothing.

Brian Johnston
April 11, 2015

Poet's Notes: 
Originally I started this as a poem in which I intended to make fun of a suffering boyfriend who was using his pain to beat up his girlfriend. It still can be read that way. But it turned dark somewhere along the way and not funny, as in get a life guy! Too often we let strong feelings convince us that they must be true because we are feeling them. But really fellow, your girlfriend leaves you and that means she not only wishes to hurt you but is now having sex with the devil? Me thinks you protest to much and that I would probably like her more than you.

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