Castor Oil
by Brenda Joy Dobson
The bitterness of betrayal tastes like no other
Revealed, it stops one's heart,
blood rushes to the brain.
Like castor oil, swallowed,
it goes down nasty,
making the Betray-ee heave up
supressed desires
to spill "blood and guts revenge"
of life's Betray-er.
She did everything right, gave her all!
With time, as the enemy, she stands alone
in a puddle of castor oil -- drowning,
drowning in
the depths of soul-wretching emptiness
as her spirit flys away to coagulate with
slimy madness perpetuated by
binding "shoulda-coulda-wouldas"
as she resuscitates a dying heart.
"Live!" "Live, it cries!"
"Fight! Press on Sista-Girl! Fight!"
and somehow,
she does!