Cauldron

 from 2002--

something bubbled up in me

so so so close to the boiling point

it spilled all over

scalding permanent irreversible 

it has bubbled up, boiled over and is spreading

its scorching fingers

graze my surface, 

the contact instantly turning me to ashes to dust

better to be without

better to be within

better without him

better within me without him

whisper scream in silent dream

a ritual call and response

is the flutter of heart to lips 

and the necessary words spoken, bonds broken

while repair begins within

simply plain once again

better without him. 

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