Glopowrimo Prompt 6 Betrayal

Glopowrimo
Prompt 6 Betrayal

Vulnerable to such fabulous feelings
Are we
Who call ourselves human.

A mere flicker of eyelashes
Betray us.

Our beloved reads erasure
In our eyes
Before it happens.

The hurt remains.

And the hurt is recorded.

We both lock it up
In tight treasure chests
Hiding from ourselves.

Forgetting
Those who are hurt
Hurt others.

Those who are betrayed
Carry the silver coinage of
Shame
Pay it forward.

I have faced countless betrayals
Now I am Judas.

I hang from the Magnolia tree
Nightly.
Brightly.

A scarecrow
An effigy
Of my pain.

It wrecks my features
My eyes are swollen horrific
Magnified ebony marbles
Lava streaked irises.

I look like a grudge
Waiting to strengthen
Waiting in silence
For malignant ripening

Streaming out of control
Flooding the course of
Our repugnant ways.

The chest still hurts
The pus is self destructive.
Love cannot accommodate
Betrayal.
Unless it forgives
And accepts.

Perhaps one needs to be
Betrayed
To learn to redeem
One's best.

The wine ferments
And tastes bitter.

The wine ferments
And tastes better.

These days
I think I could learn
To bear betrayal
Like Radha
Grace in solitude
Till the end of
My days.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018