Is anything more brutal
than the thousand endless twinges
Unrequited, unfulfilled, it’s a fishhook in the heart.
Each stupid daydream tugs the line
and with each tug the hook bites,
oh, a millimeter deeper into tissue bruised and swollen
such that some days bursting open would be better
than another shallow breath.
The smart thing is to yank it out
and let the wound bleed freely
than to leave it, barbed and bitter,
to infect the senses further.
Only then is there a chance of washing clean
the rusty remnants rubbing raw.
So far I haven’t conjured courage to grab that line and pull.
Someday I shall and lie here quiet
as the hot red blood soaks everything in sight.
© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
On the necessity of banishing unrequited desire.