Broken Marriage

 

broken red wine glass.jpg

 

In our marriage rites we took

From the common cup,

Seeped deep in wine

And drank love dry.

 

When the fists came blunt,

When the glass tore apart

It cried out once

Piercingly in pain;

 

But unlike a skull, a glass

When broken does not bleed.

 

 

 

Thankfully unrelated to my own marriage. But based, terribly, upon true tales. 

 

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