After

 

Rose petals

crushed

 

in summer storm

 

earth returns

to loam.

 

You think I

don’t notice

 

pieces

of your heart

 

flesh & blood

shed for me.

 

You find me

cruel,

 

courtesy a slip

to disinterest;

 

I’m buying time

all mine:

 

none left for love

to cloy & burn

 

scoop out

my entrails.

 

I’m running free

fire poker red

 

waving

in the breeze

 

twice born

I vanish.

 

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