Beneath These Boards
by Michael Thomas Ellis
I’ve laid by her for ten years now
beneath these creaking boards
an axe between my long-gone eyes
a spectacle of gore.
She rests beside me so composed
in mournful pallid sleep
the knife between her once proud breasts
buried in her, deep.
We once were lovers long ago
a tumultuous embrace
that stirred the heart and seared the soul
yet led to this disgrace.
Oh, how we loved! - but hid it so
for our love was not our own
our fingers wore another’s band
in that our fate was sown.
And so it was that ill-spent night
while in her husband’s bed
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