by JB Nuique
When you said you fell out,
I thought it was a joke,
But you told me ‘twas true
And stabbed me with a fork.
So I grabbed the bread knife
And pierced your beating heart.
Our double-edged blade tongues
Had us both bleed a lot.
Mem’ries dripped before us,
Our happiness did, too,
And tomorrow’s blur made
Me loathe looking at you.
You were Dorian, the cruel,
I was Katrina, harsh.
We ravaged each other
Until tattooed with scars.
Yes, we survived the storm
But also lost our home.
So I wrote us a poem
To save me when alone.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
J.B. Nuique, aka Giudellius, is a Cebuano-speaking Negrense from the Philippines. She is an August Virgo, an artist and an ink drinker. She loves sunsets, coffee and chocolate cake. She likes rom-com films and other films with women as the main character. Other than poetry, she is writing novels about the women in her fictional country of Simetra. Her Judenne Waters, where she posted most of her works during the pandemic, is on hiatus.
Last updated February 19, 2025