the dangers of devotion


how does one drown

in a room full of familiar faces

on an ordinary morning

in fluorescent lighting

it’s clearly an emergency


bleeding (ballpoint ink)

straight from my arteries

staining the porcelain

crimson clawfoot swan dive

an unforgiving undertow

of unforeseen urgency

the dangers of devotion

the delusion of deserving

one last breath

of effortless love

before sinking to the depths

of inevitable neglect

my last words

“do fairytales float?”

a. duncan, 2018




© April Duncan,, A Woman is a Poem – Read Her, 2013 – 2018.
photography: Elena Mitinskaya


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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

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