"On The Line"
Driving down the highway
the top down
towards an unknown
away from the pain
and misery
1994 blares on the radio
as my mind wanders
to the that night
when I lost you
and the world
stopped making any sense
It was Sunday night
I had come in from a heavy downpour
clothes soaked to the bone
it dark inside
no light in the house
You were bent over
hands gripping the kitchen island
shirt ripped out, breasts exposed
skirt raised, legs apart
In the heat of the moment
a desperate moan escaped
your aching mouth
as your eyes
seemed to say
"I'm sorry"
I ran out
the sting of salty tears
streaming down my face
went upstairs
Found the knife
you hid in the nightstand drawer
dropped to my knees
clutching it
hands shaking, throat dry
The blade
slivery gleam
perfectly beautiful
it rushes to meet
my delicate insides
As I collapse
I hear you scream
as you stand over me
everything comes full circle
As life fades away
I smile
my hand touches yours
for the last time
With our mutual salvation
on the line.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
