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.
