fog dense and still dripping,
silver buck moon,
and my cutting tongue,
spewing venom –

but it has no bite anymore.

falling out, into an empty bed,
i played the part of a devoted transient –
in all the artifacts,
“i was here.”

said it used to break his heart to see me cry,
but now he’s used to it.

“must be hard to end it when she’s so pretty.”