Friday, September 10, 2010

Ephemeron

It happened so quickly,
the way her love shattered

into a thousand fragments,
each a tiny mirror reflecting

a magnificent sunburst,
blinding her soured vision forever.

And all she had done
was ask him,

ask him in a quiver,
'Did you fuck her?'

to which he lied,
the bastard slipped,

so that the truth hit her.
She knew it was over.

Zaina Anwar 2010

7 comments:

Boonie S said...

Powerful and direct – and a chance for me to learn a new word too; ephemera.
Thanks for this.

All the best, Boonie

Zaina Anwar said...

Thank you.

jbkrost said...

good work.....
sounds like it's over, I apperciate the bluntness in which it is written.

Zaina Anwar said...

Thanks, jb. Yes, sometimes the bluntness comes through, whether I like it or not.

The Scrybe said...

Bittersweet. I can feel the pain in this one, and for that reason it is beautiful.
It has me hoping for the strength enough to wait for the dawn. Also, love the title.

Zaina Anwar said...

Thank you, Scrybe. The best response I've received to this poem has been from Pisces Iscariot who merely wrote, "ouch". I couldn't stop laughing.

Opaque said...

Straightforward...