“King Size” by Rachel Brower

A hot and close summer's day
we went shopping for your bed.
Forever now it's painted red;
A buy mistakenly bled.
No longer do MY legs spread
upon its vast comforts now.
I'm better off not knowing
Whose desires lie there instead.
The aching words unwritten;
my ink of love was hidden.
Once I thought you might have stayed
if I'd printed adoration.
Now I know this coming day,
a year since termination,
those odes you found amusing
and nowhere near amazing.
They never reached your distant heart;
my bloody skies abuse me.
That tirade was revelation,
stung fierce from your remarks.
I just cannot imagine
you so freely could impart
such venom thrust deeply
into anyone else but me.