Bad Dream Sequence Poem by Jolomi Amuka

She left romance with a black eye.
They say the knife cuts deeper when you can't cry.
Patiently waiting on numbers from the judges score cards-
Hoping this time he paid more attention to his attitude,
Dancing through the pain
Five, six, seven, eight, a gracious lift
They land gallantly, yet again.
They score a fantastic seven,
But she always wanted a ten.

Damn you injured knee.
She pricked his vein on many an occasion-
To save his life perhaps,
To drain dead-blood-
In hope of an open heart:
But instead he died every time she tried.

It turned her on to watch him choke on flowery words.
After the pause, they kissed-
Before she ripped the hairy silver of his back.
Nothing touched, everything used:
A sullied sycophant
Surfing with popular skies-
She knew that with a bad knee he would never fly
Hence, the reason
He had no reason to even try.