Stings like hot grease

The tirade of empty words

from an unfeeling heart

falling down to the molten pit

as he regurgitates into my lap

the words that sting like hot grease

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I lay-stand fuzzy falling straight still-

As he takes his bowie knife and guts me

de-pelts me and flings my carcass over into

the pool of soured regrets he left boiling,

Shouldnt I have felt that?

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Now I long to be numb again,

I lay awake most nights remembering,

As he is most surely forgetting by now-

His tender kiss, my first endeavor, forevermore vacant,

As I careen this empty sea; with out him.