Brook

Diamond clear light
shines through smooth hard pebbles.
Bubbling water above.

Unrequited

Bright air illuminates the dust.
Bottle of wine still lies overturned.
Hearth lies empty, coal turned to crust.
Pale wax candles last night burned.

Dark beams across the ceiling stare
at my still form. I mull over you.
Igniting mere spark where she made you flare,
my soul still wonders if it's true.

Back in the moment our intimate frisson
comes but with a bitter twist,
inhaling your musk, the truth hits – a collision.
A hint of her scent, present in our tryst.

I leave in silence with the look of a seer,
we both realise your wife's ghost's still here.

Hysteria

Hands grasp me. My body
pulsates, I struggle. His gentle
touch overpowering, I swell.
A puffer fish using her spines.

Sweat, Rancid and old,
Chlorine and sulphur
Ooze from my pores
The stench of panic.

I scream, weep, plead
for help. Yell for solitude.
Cry of loneliness, howl of despair.
Mind broken, voice intact.

Bitter bile rises and
consumes me. Salt replaces
bitterness, Nauseous my
stomach seizes in pain.

He catches me, I struggle,
slipping through strong arms.
Rodent like I bite, rejecting
comfort, seeking dark corners.

I'm dropped. Crawling back
I plead. Arms reach out, I
wrench back. Writhing on the
Floor, a slug in a salt bath.