a (modified) tritina
men are a unique species of insectspringing from dark corners
to greet you with tiny acid stings
even their absence stings
in the most secret of your heart's corners
leaving hopes an ugly dead, like flattened insects
his silences (yes, him) always needled--nasty insects
hemmed me into impossible corners
bled me with their tricky stings
still, his loss is unwieldy, like a mob of crawling insects, blindly turning narrow corners--a skein of bitter stings
(c) Michelle R. Smith 2009
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