Burned Bridges

Final Line from Louise Gluck's, Circe's Power.

Soft syllables drip honey from my tongue,

You lapped it up on your lonely nights. 

 

Leaving me to be filled by fury flowing from your fists. 

Letting your name numb my throat was naive 

 

Against pulsating pain of scars you set,

Whispered or screamed, you loved it the same.

 

I am nowhere now so call me once more,

Ask for a moan to melt malice from your mind,

 

Just remember your “loving” has left me on fire. 

I hope the sounds haunts you each soberless night 

 

But please try again, find my soft spot �" my listener,

Maybe this time 

I could hold you prisoner.