February 12, 2011

The damage
i stayed loyal to a liar.
he left an ugly stain
like spreading ink
and black water.
killing
all the pretty
young
and fancy lilies.

a phantom limb,
the ache comes out of nowhere.
and i run away
my heart a sick liver.
a stunned
and bleeding baby
a swollen lip
a fever.

my old flame
and my palms on the burner.
that long and lost year
in his corner.


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