OctPoWriMo, Day 22


To you, I offered up my heart;
Beating, red, on a silver platter.
Hungrily, you rent it apart;
I felt each gnash, each tear, each tatter.
Retching, in ruin, I asked how it was;
A smile stretched out your terrible jaws,
And in a voice dripping with pleasure,
Say, “To tell the truth, I’ve had much better.”

This is for OctPoWriMo, which you should all be following, for real!.  This is an Italian form called a rispetto, which I’ve really fudged the meter on, but hey, all’s fair in love and poetry.

Author: Jessica Cross

Writer, maker, geek, feminist, mom. Not necessarily in that order.

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