SHE CUT ME TO THE QUICK

She cut me to the quick
Marrow gushed out from bone
I really think she did me in
Soon I'll be dead and gone.

---jrw 5:33am
12-22-96

 

[addendum]

After we fought, I avoided going home
The very thought made me sick
Instead I sat outside, alone
And fizzled like a wick

I haven't eaten food for days
I'm shriveled like a fig
Who gives a fig if I starve and waste
Away -- a dried up twig?

I exaggerate my deathly state
In fact, I'm nearly fine
Bend an ear and I'll relate
The tale -- I need to whine

(5:43am)