Tonight's Poet Corner: No Refunds

No Refunds
by Belinda Roddie

I wasn't sure if I had added enough
ribbons and bows to your present -
all the reds and golds and silvers flashed
like my life before my very eyes. When
you opened your gift, you found it
"charming," "practical," and yet
the gaping gash in my chest begged
to differ; call it cliché and Wham!-esque,
but I figured that giving you my heart
for Christmas wasn't exactly the same
as offering you a functional pump.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Freeform Friday: RSD

Image
RSD by Belinda Roddie I didn't ask to ride this emotional roller coaster. And there are no seatbelts or lap bars. Get me off this fucking thing. I need a adult. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I'M  THE ADULT?! GET ME A BETTER ONE!
Read more

Today's OneWord: Statues

Why were the statues going white, and why was the rain cascading in sheets? I tried to find solace by the window, but the world outside had become nothing but glass. Blankets of water blurred the semblance of life that I stretched my mind to detect. Near me, my lover was asleep on the divan with wine pooling across her lap. Her curls lay in wet swaths around the warm nape of her neck. The statues would crumble in due time. The deluge was impending. We both would drown.
Read more