When Love Comes To Blows.
When Love Comes To Blows.
It comes in the
heated blast of
an angry goodbye,
exhaled with no mercy,
from the lungs of a
suffocating love,
spewing toxic epitaphs.
It roars with acceleration,
gravel spits, and tires squeal
the agony of a lovers exit.
It breathes far too shallow
in courtrooms, as lies suck
oxygen from love's passing.
It comes through an
open window on the
31st floor just before
you exit to eternity.
Broken hearts float like
parachutes over vast fields
of dreams left fallow,
in a desperate bailing out
from the heavens
they once knew.
When heavy breathing
becomes punctuated with sobs,
replacing what were sighs of bliss,
then you are just another dust mote
blown hopelessly across
the tailwinds of despair.
But winds of time are kind,
eventually you will land
in another's arms and find solace.
©-MFB III
It Beats The Alternative.
Beaten by him
for the last time,
she bashed his
head in while
he slept off
his drunken rage
against her.
She bagged
his dead flesh
in a couple of hefties,
much like he
thought she was,
then dragged
it to the car,
hauled it to
a landfill,
and buried him
deep amidst the
trash that he
became to her.
She cleaned up
all the evidence,
and watched as
the last drops
of his foul blood
were drained.
Then she filled
the sink and baptized
her wounds with a
clean white wash rag,
and swallowed two Valium
so that she could sleep.
Rats feasted on his
still warm corpse,
while she dreamed
of days to come
without him.
©-MFB III