Merciless by Colin Crewdson

Angry, he left her in the caves
with her companions
left her for the road

threading the sea edge
She brought him her sorrow
with her snakes’ heads

they rested their silent shapes
in the same bed
mild in word, murderous

in thought and deed
That soft body was ready
to return to the brothel

but he stood in her way
preventing her passage

She picked the locks
entered the secret room

laid the table for two.

colin-crewdson
Colin Crewdson lives in Devon, England, and has followed a career investigating the mishaps of life and history. His poems have appeared in The Journal, Ink Sweat and Tears, The High Window, The Open Mouse amongst others.
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