of my every tossed
and turned
my every blessed,
cursed knot
lies Estherbrook
god damn her
stone hearth and soulless board
her sour
maggot studded bosom
unloving
indifferent
to watch her
wither and grow craggy
unkempt
by my unfailing,
rich neglect
warms my heart well
Rene ~ February 18, 2013
For Magpie Tales
Image: "Wind of History" Jacek Yerka
