STILL

Still, the agony of time

I come to grudge the taste of your return on my lips

Plunder me under to endure the displeasure of your delusion

As the seasons embolden you to layover longer

Good ways beyond your welcome

 

Silence beyond the sounds

I hear whispers when you creep

Underneath the sheets we once shared

Beguiled by your sunless idioms

In the mire of your conclusion

You put us under

Severed by your monstrous sword

You wrestled me downward to the floor

And entered me without permission

 

Drenched in the fervour of your overcome

I weakened still upon the undusted mattress

Where you lay in the multitude

Of your fraudulent attempts and encounter

 

Steadfast do I topple frozen and broken

As you puncture the aperture of my fractured cervix

Canopied in the murky silhouette of your discharge

I called defeat

Wedged beneath withdrawn and beat

You finished, still

On top of me

I did not speak