A promise from my lover is
the glass upon the floor,
broken by my lover and his
dirty, fucking whore.

A promise from my lover is
the glass beneath my feet
which cuts me and unfolds to me
my lover’s black deceit.

A promise from my lover is
the blood that wakes the dead,
and dyes the hems of my long skirt
in shades of dirty red.

A promise from my lover is
the vine that curls between
my bloody toes, and then it grows
in places all unseen.

A promise from my lover is
the cold wind's icy breath
that kills the leaves upon the trees
and chills my heart in death.