I Crumble

inspired by the word "dry"

Even a deluge

of apologies

trimmed with diamond jewelry

can't save
the shriveled remains.

Once a willing guinea pig

to cruelty in experiments-

does she love me,

or love me not?

I danced in the flames

of your fire,

for many more years

than a good woman should.
 

In the end, truth be told,

you baked every drop

of water from my essence.

I can't cry anymore,

instead of goodbye,

I crumble.


© Jennifer L Hedin