I wonder if it would shock you to learn
After all this time
That memories of him
Not you
Steer my pen across the page
The fire to his ice
The Hades to my Persephone
A forked tongue kept not-so carefully hidden
Barely out of sight
Amidst a jaw spiked with cigarette fangs
A brain full of cyanide capsules, a heart full of saccharine
Salivating liquor and leaking crosses
Weeping hospitals and sweating clocks
So I write
Casting the memory of you aside
Effortlessly
Return to your underworld.