A Woman Scorned Poem by Odonko ba
A Woman Scorned
you sit at my table
and eat of my flesh
do my entrails warm you
of the cold outside
viscera visions of death
clouds my mind
while you lay bear my bones
does it amuse you
to watch me suffer so
for even a buzzard
shows pity
my heart pumps no more
from whence blood once flowed
a river
as dry as sand
Monday, January 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,loss,pain
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A woman scorn is a woman best left alone
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