‘I love you – have always loved
you,’ he said, whispering, whispering
into the soft pink shell of my ear.
But as the words touched the delicate drum
they shattered into a thousand tiny
fragments of glass and tickled and cut
at the soft flesh against which they rubbed.
So I tilted my head, questioningly
at him. And as my head tilted
broken promises came tumbling
out of my ear, silvery and shining
red with blood.
10/01/2011
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