A torn and curséd lily
My inner thoughts became.
I condemned you to the furthest point,
But my dreams still bore your name.
You threw at me such jagged words,
And I caught the weapon true,
Drew the edge unto my loveless wrist,
And bled your veins out hitherto
O God, what fatal feud was here?
Slashed with razor up your thighs,
A plague, he said, I prayed within:
Please don't resurrect me; Let me die.
Cathelynne Ross Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-torn-curs-d-lily/
