Infidelity's Child

What goes around comes around!

Infidelity’s Child

One day you might

have the favour returned.

The smell of wax over cold brass

in the drafty knave,

as my hands begin to seize up

with the cold,

is all I am left with.

As you skulk off again

to Costa

to wrap yourself  

round a mug of steaming

cappuccino

and another victim’s

heart.

 

04/12/14

Author's Note