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Travelers Welcome

Tuesday, September 24, 2013


by Linda M. Crate

you're Hamlet
i'm Ophelia
let me die in my flowers
wilt into the hyacinth's
be Eliot's girl
you drive to madness
from which i don't know i'll
ever heal,
why did you have to choose me
when you knew we were wrong for one
another completely?
just a notch etched into your bed post
another trophy of your lust;
broke with your distance
your lies
and your ghastly betrayal
made me wilt into the sky a trail of
crimson tears
you probably ignored as you
made love to your new girl
i hope she tastes
of pomegranates,
stains you with memories of me.

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