Promices Already Broken Poem by Minnie Gehrig

resurrected
if only to die again
each kiss
a razor blade

each wink a sin.........

n i do not rise against you
n forgetfullness
more or less
i do it
to remember who i am,

so when death comes riding
his frozen pale horse
glinting in the eaves of winter
like a knight sent
to collect the love weve grown,

i do not fade into shadows........
no i carry my broken heart with me,
so even when we kiss
i feel the glass breaking
inside my chest.............

n you sit silent n stoic against the pull of
lonliness
your body lying to mine........
n we whisper promices
that were already broken before they crossed our lips............