The Tie That Binds
The tie that binds
is the noose that hangs me.
A shotgun wedding
in the hospital waiting room.
Bruises forming beneath the barrel
cold metal against my temple.
My ring taken from the many in hell.
Forged from brimstone and tears,
lust and regret,
love, and the never ending forgiveness
that I bestow upon you.
The slow drip of an I.V.
and the slamming of my heart
against the walls of my chest.
Why would you survive this?
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Author's Note
This poem was first published in the October 2011 issue of Negative Suck. It can be found here:
http://www.negativesuck.moonfruit.com/#/alderman/4555923565
Other stories by Sarah E. Alderman
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I love the juxtaposition of healing and harm: the hospital and the gun, and the matched sounds but contrasting meaning of I.V. and survive, the contrast of slamming and heart. Well done.
Gloria Garfunkel