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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