To My Lover

By: Suzanne Whalen-DeLuca
September 11, 2008

Cold metal, wrapped tight around the chest
pinning flesh and bone. Razorblades cut deep
into my mind's eye. Breath jammed in breast.
Horrid images of a secret to keep.
Past indiscretions poured like boiling
water over fresh wound, scalding. Pungent
lies permeate.