THREW MY LOVE

THREW MY LOVE

You threw my love heavenward, ceiling bound,
Shattering the skylight and frightening the songbirds.

A blade held tight across my throat,
A gun cocked at my temple.

The matchbox cover in your pants that screamed out your betrayal,

A reckless night spent with a stranger,
The stuff of dime store novels, potboiler simmering.

You threw my love across the field,
Beyond the fencepost, out of bounds.

Your disregard it stings me still,
Like a scorpion poised in some stinking ashtray.

Spreading venom far and wide, a cancer bleak, a pestilence.

You hurled indifference through the air,
You aimed it hard, below the belt.

Like a high school game of dodgeball,
There was mayhem in your aim.

I found his notes, and they sang like a canary.
I read his emails, which you carelessly kept.

A current affair that you watered daily,
Putting the whore in horticulture.

Like a seasoned gumshoe I unearthed it all
With my monocle and my intuition.

A Sherlock hot upon the scent of a cold, clandestine murder.
You threw my love across the room,
Hurled it through the plate glass window.

Left it lying in a heap.
A smoldering fire, a smoking gun,
A tribute to your treachery.

-BRUCE POTTS
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