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.