In Communion with Calliope is a weekly poetry column by Ivana Devcic.
My mouth floods with bitter tears,
and in this noose I surge and thrash
as though I were drowning in the sea;
I sit in the deafening darkness,
and wonder how this curse befell me.
A hollow gaze meets me in the mirror,
and I stagger, dazed with disgust –
I tell myself how ardently I loathe you,
but I know that it is not enough.
Why does the ghost of you pursue me everywhere?
Why must you haunt me in this waking sleep?
Surrendering, I cry desperately:
If you will not depart,
then confess to me!