Long anticipated bliss
of matrimonial union arrived this
day these ten years since.
And what became of that joyous occasion?
What became of those years?
A decade has past since we were joined
at the hip by the consummation of our vows.
A decade since I learned
of your deceit and lies.
Of your betrayal.
But I was trapped,
captured by you to provide.
My mind is now a blank,
awash with worsted stained
by sin, and sustained by narcotics
supplied on a physician’s slip.
On our tenth anniversary I wait for you,
dear, with a fitting gift.
A revolver weighs heavy
in my clammy palm,
a single bullet sleeping alone
as I have many times
in one chamber.
But whose name will burn upon it
with the fire of passion, my love?