Why did you leave me, David?
seeping scarlet drops ‘pon the murky, muddied river.
the floating frame of a nymph.
We were supposed to be happy together.
dark skies weep on her behalf.
obliterating her tear-tainted pale face.
We were supposed to have a family.
a banshee’s cry resonates.
for she who took her sorrowed life by means of drowning.
Tell me, David, did you know I was pregnant?