Un-well

Inviting houseof love and stone:at threshold, vows.No more alone. We two walked througha nowhere doorthat led me toa missing floor. And so I fellfor fitful yearsfar down blind wellof many tiers. Then I looked highto see my wifeagainst the sky.She wields the knife to cut the cordthat hangs down low,a frayed accord,it drops — she goes and leaves me herein deep well-black.I scale walls sheer —I’m clawing back.