it is fear swimming up my esophagus
I doubt the undoubtable
and question the reputable
a dusty black trunk locked and untouched
stores away the words
we said we'd never say
I rattle the locks, tug on the lid
I kick the corner
and circle it thoughtfully
but the opening I think I feel
is nowhere to be found
no crack, no leak, no betrayal
until the truth dawns on me
that I'm not looking for escaped words
I'm looking for you and
you've locked yourself within
and the fear choking me
is not mine but your own.
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
Great metaphoric love poem.
Mary