Lupe’s Hurt                                                                                                                                                                                                     Cole Henry

 

On a bed

Strewn with

Gardenias and roses

And red pills

Belly bursting

 

He only wanted the right

To name

It was to be written in ink

She wouldn’t have it

But contracts trap

 

Never ending another life

Never fucking with faith

The lord’s child she had always been

She decided to risk purgatory

 

A peaceful passing was intended

Yet

Vomit staining the steel colored lamé

Offing the white of the toilet bowl

 

She lived as she died

 

Drowning