I’ve extracted you <br />from my body <br />like a sliver- <br /> <br />a memory thirsty, burrowed deep <br />In flesh that’s festered beyond discomfort. <br /> <br />and like a memory <br />the contusion remains, <br />reminding me to erect the ruins ‘round <br />a fevered tomb- once dwelling for the sacred <br />book of myths known to the lonely <br />as love. <br /> <br />you should have been a better god.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/02-23-05/
