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Black Betrayal
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Night I see it.
My heart stops,
No, I mean REALLY,
I feel that muscle of black and red marred emotion
Jump into my throat and tangle in my tongue and tonsils
There is a gasping for air in these poisoned lungs
As acid disintegrates their fleshy walls.
A fluffy pink overcoat turns devil red with indignation,
And a snow white poodle turns barren black like onyx with hatred.
Even my sweet almond eyes turn iceberg gray,
As their leaking faucets burst from the inexorable pressure
That crushes my spirit,
Its contents oozing out into a muddy puddle of liquefied aspirations.
I see her,
She flaunts that fuzzy bubblegum overcoat,
Her dainty ivory poodle prancing by her side.
The girl’s emerald eyes gleam with that familiar affection
A cruel, glinting, glaring silver mirror of what my now frozen eyes once held within.
I see you,
You gently feed her fluttering butterfly kisses of ripe plum,
The same color of the dark bruises on my heart,
As they sting like sour lemon juice squeezed into a fresh wound.
I see it all from my New York City apartment window,
On the seventh story above a bustling street of impatient civilians.
My apartment becomes a mocking movie theater
Where the walls close in
And suffocate my dreams,
And dull that exquisite diamond to dust on my pale, frail finger.
The picture show concludes with a picture-perfect pink kiss,
Then the girl’s saffron sneakers turn on their heels
And grind my love to gray gravel with each stomp of her sultry step.
If only the memories could have just walked away with her!
But still, the visual impression of their jigsawed lips
Is stitching a scar on my heart!
I see myself in the mirror,
Eyes swollen and damp from the salty tears of ocean.
I watch myself rip at the gold band
And pain as if my very flesh tears from my hand!
The ring slips swiftly from my fingertips.
The weight of the smooth, metallic object
Burdens a puddle on the slate streets below.
His ebony leather boots crush the ring lifeless!
He pauses to gaze past the tops of the surrounding apartment buildings
To scan the sky for droplets of rain,
But instead of storm clouds,
He has caught sight of my dark and pale face
That peers motionlessly from the window
And my naked left hand that is pressed over my mouth
With the lips that once caressed his.
I see his black betrayal
Over and over
A broken record repeating
The word "adultery" makes my tender ears bleed with its splitting sound.
With every utter of that dreadful word,
I am pierced with yet another rusted red arrow of sorrow.
But everyday, the malicious memory fades faintly,
And our vows to each other have lost all meaning.
Now all I see
Is a detached lover
In front of a backdrop
Of a black storm
Over a doomed city.
