Midnight Romance

by Carla Durbach

there are claws shredding through silk as you 
tiptoe into the dark, cringing in whispers of 
daylight, walking on razor blades and shards 
of glass, when all you want is to pull the trigger
 
and I bet that when he put that ring on your finger 
you shuddered to think of retreat, lay down in ritual 
urgency of mangled lines with bones digging
 and just nodded your head

AUTHOR
Carla 's research has been published in psychology journals but she is tentatively branching out into the world of poetry after an absence of many years.