By Zoe Burnell
replaced by others
“Fiend” I thought
left behind
merciless
so despairing
I
died away
I felt sick
dreadful
certainty
to my heart tears gushed
is that clinging love
in excess of misery
easily
perceived I found
myself back to man.
I carefully traced
nourishment.
money promontory
my heart
occupied in fixing
whispered
time might produce
sensation