UNLOVE

 

Can anything hurt more?
Nature abhors a vacuum
Feeling unloved
Centers the vacuum in the pit
Of your stomach

Can there be anything worse
Than the pain of rejection
That claws at the vast
Feeling of nothingness
Inside

Are your unloved moments bad?
Are they worse than mine?
Can we claw our way
Out of them?
Claws don’t love

Bleeding claws and
Torrents of tears
Cannot wash away
The great loss.
Of withdrawn love
Of its emptiness
Of its painful pulling
Out of the knife

Our kind has tried everything
To cure this malaise
Using the highs of
Drugging the brain
To deaden the soul

The world’s oldest profession
Makes its claim
In the twisting, rolling
Thrusting of bodies
Always trying its ways
On each new generation

We are masters of disguise
Painting our faces