...
Your name,
a stab wound in the neck.
Memories of you,
moldy coffee grounds
and soggy biscuits;
your taste, spoiled milk.
Black, oily tendrils spill from my dying lips each time I say your name in my head.
I do not say it out loud
You are she now, I must
remember.
She...her.
She was the only one
I would have
completely submitted
to, had she only asked.
Her juices, sublime.
She ruined me
for the rest of you.
Cold and dark, her love
is the shadow in my eyes.
These bloodstained years,
ashes, weightless.
I cannot love anyone now.
I gave what little I had to her,
and she killed it.
I let her
This purging of her,
will it ever end?
So many dead memories
taking up precious space.
So many lies, so many lies.
A soiled sanctuary,
dripping in poison.
My dearest and darkest love,
my only.
They were all for you,
these poems. These futile
attempts to reconcile my reality
with my guts. Even the ones that weren't for
you carried your shadow.
Her, not you.
I must remember
This one broke me
because she didn't know
how to wield
the immense power
I gave her.
She was careless.
This has to stop.
Soon.
I want to hold someone
else and not think of...her.
You
I want to make everything right.
No
I want revenge.
I want her to suffer.
These dark reflections
from my nothing
inside
are innocuous.
Pale skin, bleach and rotten milk.
Lies and lies and lies.
Her grey garden is barren
but I still have sight.
She was supposed to
pluck my eyes.
Communion, this eating of
my flesh and
drinking of my
blood
has left me
bereft of anything
worth wanting.
*I crawl through stone