It comes up
a relief
released
unmet dreams
turned rancid
in the heat
of waiting.
Jigsaw pieces
of curdled desire
harboured past
their due date
in the belly
of the
wrong
woman.
Each heave
the birth
of another
nonviable
monstrosity.
The handle,
cold against
a sweaty palm,
the mechanism
gives into
the banality
of human
plumbing.
Flushed into
the sewers
with all
the other
stillborn
sacrifices
to romance.
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