The Compost Heap

A strange and unusual friend

A place to bury my ex-husband

Respite for my deepest sins and playful banter

You asked for inspiration

Well, this is my answer

The dark woes of a self-inflicted

Broken heart

Must be released

Before they turn to cancer

The red rubies I clutch

Between my thighs

Remind me every day

Of your dark-circled eyes

I’ll bury you here, my love

In this heap of rotting words

So that one day


A flower may emerge

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