Two Thousand Ten

Two Thousand Ten

She stabbed him over and over.
Two thousand and ten words
shaped like children 
over and over into 
his heart.
In her mind, he was 
the enemy.
The mortal reflection
of her own distorted demons.
This was the only reason
she needed
to keep the piercing on full alert.
She kept stabbing, fully gutting
him till the bloodletting
obliged every internal space
of that man's 
already fragmented heart. 
He only wanted to 
be the Father that he had been
from their start. 
From their birth when he 
fell gloriously in love.
But she would have none of that..would she?
She sought to keep every ounce 
of their affection,
even if it meant infecting them
with disgusting half truths
and full blown lies.
She fought hard to keep 
their eyes covered,
and hardened their love
into fragments of granite.
She had to be their only one.
She was broken, 
and insisted that they be broken too.
So she stabbed him,
over and over.
Two thousand and ten words
shaped like children
piercing his soul 
in their absence.
He had done nothing wrong
to deserve this
alienation.
This destruction of his love,
unreturned in retaliation
of her own inner demons.