Burning
eyes screaming, out of the smoke
out of the flame
out of the meat
all pretension
all aspiration
whither in the heat and flame
of seeing you walk away
of seeing the light turned on
roaches scuttling into the shadow
my mind, revealed as junk
as scum
as waste
in your absence
i stand (crouch)
a stink in the clear air
a mistake
waiting for when i truly
truly
fail
as i failed you
as i did not rush to your side
offer my flesh my skin my heart
let you despair, let you die
helped you
leave
Copyright © Chris Fortin | Year Posted 2015
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