Smoke fills our back garden

as the sun blinds the leaves and lilies

in our garden of Eden.
Why did everything become bitter

when you sank your greedy teeth into 

women at 3 am?

Stained bedsheets and shattered memories,

I am removed to potholes and the smoke

I force myself to breathe in.

Just a footstep whispering above me

as I lay constricted under deep and muggy soil

waiting for you to dig me up -
out of jealousy and spite.
Maybe if I cross my fingers hard enough,
it will be more than my heart that dies.