The sun shrinks,
Delitescent
Like a bead of sweat
Behind a linen blouse.
The once wed mother
Swallows a desert
The vile, grainy tears
That hold fast their parapets.
She is bankrupt
While he lies deep
Sound but without ventilation
In the monochrome spectrum
Of her scorpion heart.
That he should die first
That his vices should
Diminish her now
That he should steal
From their children
With debts not their own
Steadies her sentimental yearnings.
A drumbling man
A cactus whose love
Hath no measure
For to chance upon it
Brings only pain
She grits her teeth
And this too is mourning.
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A very quick write.
mindlovemisery 
Painful……
Indeed
I’m not in mourning though. You’re back. That makes me happy! 😀
I am trying to get back and to catch up, man a lot of catching up to do
I seem to have misplaced my own comment, I have a lot of catching up so it may be a while before I get my rhythm
It flows beautifully
Thanks so much!
Great write! love “Swallows a desert” and those last two stanzas are fab!
Thank you Melanie XD