…SHE WALKS INTO MINE

she came along
like forest fires
in the midst of a rain storm
like Jesus
In the midst of tyranny

she moved like cancer
she twitched like heroin needles
she created heart burn
in the stomachs of men

she pushed me against the wall
she ripped me up into a million tiny pieces
she teased me like a laser on the wall teases a cat

she invaded my countries
and brainwashed my people
and let the water rush over my cities
she planned every last lick of it

she fell and she rose
she fell and she rose
like a savior
or the undead

she stamped the wooden floors with her red heels
she tore down the wallpaper
she left hickies on my ceiling
bite marks on my dining room tables
bruises on my chandeliers
and she wouldn’t stop until every last building, tower, rec center, cemetary, church and synagogue was burned down

she would rip off the top of the last basilica with a clenched fist

she treated each moment as a dog fight
And i fell madly madly in love below the imprint of her shoeprint

she burned like a cigarette dipped in kerosene
and she tasted just the same
she left like watching a romantic comedy in reverse

she was the worst thing that ever happened to me
i don’t regret a moment of it

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2012

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13 thoughts on “…SHE WALKS INTO MINE

  1. Pingback: MUSIC VS. WAR | FLASHLIGHT CITY BLUES

  2. Every man or woman has at least one of these at some point in their lives…the lucky ones survive the tornado in order to write about it. Nicely done, Brice.

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