poetry

Clear Cut

we felled it,

you and i,

the great tree between us.

my hands were on

one side of the long blade,

yours at the other.

our back and forth bickerings

our slow draws of indifference

served as lumberjack cuts

through the trunk

of a marriage

grown weak

with rot and decay.

the leaves had all fallen away,

no fruit had ever come of it.

and when we could no longer grow

we died.

but we could not stomach

a death in stasis

so we had to destroy.

slicing through our years together

with a jagged-toothed solemnity

inch by inch

until we toppled

and the impact reverberated

through the forest

of all we had known.

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