DevouredA Poem by Angela
Loss of innocence
I am spent
I yearn and grasp for a past that eludes me
Your scent still fills my head and clings to the inside of my mind, my memories
That will never fit together just right.
That is where you left me.
I was ripe.
so ripe for the plucking.
so young and vulnerable
This soul of mine.
you dipped your head for what I thought was a sip
and I gave it freely
only then, as you rose, did the horror of your wiping the dripping pulp from your chin
slam me in the gut
You left without a backward glance
Still I taste the bitter sting of loss.
© 2011 Angela
Added on February 7, 2011
Last Updated on February 22, 2011
Latina, Lazio province, Italy
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