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The End of Me
The echoes of past love
Whooshed by my heart today
The ground crackled underneath the feet
Of those that dug my grave.
The rustling leaves silenced
The blood gurgling from my broken heart
As strident wails it made.
No nocturne from your heart
Scratching below, surfacing old wounds
Your betrayal, percussive
Your harsh words sonorous.
Pain deafens me, buzzing like a wasp
Thready and weak, my pulse
No longer holds you bound.
Your joyful whistle is my last sound.
©2 August 2016 Suzanne G. McClendon