In the wee dark hours, she’s gone from bed
She stole herself away but when
morning breaks, she’s at my side again

A bruised cheek… a bloodied lip
Leaves left tangled in her graying nest of hair
She’s there again

Where did you go

Late last night, you rose from bed
On your toes, the door creaked wide
And then whined closed, when you left

I tied my boots and buttoned my coat
Crunched miles of leaves
Flickering between the trees, a fire glowed.

You were waiting last night at the bacchanal
You were waiting but I never came
All the men, women and children naked around the fire
Last night at the bacchanal

She had a fawn by its legs
Stretched its flesh… its insides opened like a grin
Tore it limb from limb

In fire light, her jaundiced silhouette
Faint stains traced where all of their bloody hands had been

All I could do was run, until each breath burned my lungs

You were waiting last night at the bacchanal
You were waiting but I never came
All the men, women and children naked around the fire
Last night at the bacchanal

In the wee dark hours, I lie awake
Face the wall alone in bed
But when morning breaks, she’s at my side again

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