The M word

You’re a phantom now

psychosis in my sleep

 

I rant & rave, wake

(no Buddhist still)

 

& wish we’d never been.

 

The years have blurred

your face your smile

 

a livid scratch,

& my idea of hell

 

to spend eternity

in dream

 

battling you.

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