Your divorce
With this demand you
hoped to evoke
in me the fear that
made even your bones
cold from exposer
frail and bitter the sound
they made as they
rattled around at the knees.
But You can not own even
this for the words
were not yours to speak of
dissolution and disparities.
and still you uttered
such falsehoods
an attempt to hurt and mam.
That even one gasp
made even the busiest
of turns stop and
take notice of the world
you painted
with a promiscuous brush.
I stood naked unafraid, unwitting
is your portrait of our marriage
beyond the pale is your divorce.
Copyright © joseph randall | Year Posted 2025
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