Amour Fou
As
your cancerous blood infects my veins
My
soul trembles inside its fragile frame
Your
progressing tumor within me reigns
I
seize with the mere mention of your name.
I'm
that slanted birch in grandma's backyard
Your
seasonal storms shake me to my roots
The
trauma of our spring has left me scarred
I've
lost my center, all my absolutes.
You're
the plague and I'm a third world nation
I've
searched the globe for the obsolete cure
But
you've already picked a carnation
And
buried me alive in the old moor.
You
have my panacea in your eyes
Yet
you always deliver my demise
Niloufar Behrooz
Niloufar Behrooz is lecturer in English Literature at the
University of Isfahan, Iran. Her work has appeared in Raintown Review, Classical
Poets Society, Lighten Up Online, Parody, Loch Raven Review, Literary Hatchet,
Litro, World Haiku Review and elsewhere. You can find her on Instagram
@niloufarbehrooz
hauntingly romantic
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