Shed

I gave up
On you
On us
Today
Shed my role
As fool
As lover
Hollow warnings
Ring cold
You said
” You love more”
But look
How easily I turn
Love into surgery
I snip away
Sever
Remove
Throw away
Look how easily
I throw my hands
Into the air
And shed you
Like a skin outgrown
I boil
I steam
I puff away

Sharon Paine July 2015