Along the Tomb

It's in the tomb

of what was, what is

and what has been

I see you there

a lurid image

that draws me in

I burnt a candle for you

and lighted the incense

your image beckoned me

from the flame and smoke

it coalesced along the tomb

you said there is violence

in words that I speak

I left you ther

and where were you

when I walked away

I didn't hear the echo

your footsteps went

the other way

I made an altar to you

when you weren't there

you're never there

I offered a sacrifice

so that you may come

my flesh, my body, my soul

I control the abyss

when it suits me to

you reject domination

command, master, regulation

you leave me with contusions

so that I writhe in pain

contorted into an abstract

of what I once was

and the image fades,

distorts until it's almost sub-real.

Robin Coe is a journalist and author. She wrote the fantasy novel "Fly on the Wall" and graphic novel "Illustrated Book of Wrath".

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