I won't let this flame
burn me twice.
I won't once more
tease the taste
of your poison.
You're poison.
I knew I was inside
your aviary cage
made of glass,
But I didn't know
That I was trapped.
Spending our interlude
in the doldrums;
This Vaudeville
of lovers.
These back street
tricks we'd turn
on each other,
just to evoke
a little joyously.
That was our
real theater.

-Jamie F. Nugent