[poem by ~burning woman~ ]
Remember when we first met
When we first meant something
In the world together?
Angel you called me.
My angel, my beautiful,
My simple angel.
Your arm curled warmly
Around my slim waist.
Your lips found my smile.
I wondered under a small cloud:
Would you get tired of simple me
When my pretty became boring?
But the love was good, the bed warm.
We walked more miles together.
I became slow, stupid and boring.
I became a leech ruining your life.
Now you abuse me, suppress me,
You crush my dreams, suck my life,
I’m the angel you crowned,
Danced with, loved, married.
Deny me, yes: it changes nought.
I’m still your angel, though changed:
Angry, avenging, terrible.
Yesterday I was the angel of love,
Tonight, I’m the angel of terror
Responding to your choices.