Dido, a poem written by Katrina Kaye at Spillwords.com
Joseph Stallaert (Death of Dido)



written by: Katrina Kaye



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.

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