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Your words were amnesia
your promises of promises
swallowed the sky
your beautiful lies
and my enduring misery
like Siamese twins
painfully conjoined and
fatally inseparable
at Stonehenge
where I waited for you
to arrive
for thousands of years
you’re dead to me now

you’re too proud
to be resurrected
and too weak
to get past the stars
nothing but silence
provides for me
everything but closure
feeds me
I’m full of trash
and the excesses
of a misguided passion

this empty house
this empty soul

the nightmare of you
dissolves, ultimately
down the sink
where I flushed
all memory with acid
and purple anger
your unjust heart
staining my fingers

but for that
you’re almost
completely gone

“Maja” by photographer Linedanser