Dido
written by: Katrina Kaye
@PoetKatrinaKaye
It was an accident.
I was not a broken woman
the day you left.
I still had the strength to carry
every remnant of our war
toward pyre.
But as I dragged
your scent from my house,
dress snagged on the shield
you left in your stead,
held me down,
pulled me into hot flames,
trapped me,
and I knew as soon
as the soft fabric of dress bloomed
with orange teeth,
you had not truly let me go.
You never intended me to live
without you.
Katrina Kaye is a writer and educator seeking an audience for her ever-growing surplus of poetic meanderings. She hoards her previous published writings, links to publications, and additional information on her website: Iron & Sulfur. She is grateful to anyone who reads her work and in awe of those willing to share it.
