Adios

I’m finding I can’t let you go All this time has passed Your memory’s still holding fast Indifferent to my unyielding adios Stuck in all the corners like Grime that won't scrub off The corners of your mouth curl up In that sneer that’s almost alive Each scraping of your fetid image Leaves a raw and gaping wound That pierces my broken heart anew Head indulgent of this scrimmage Your lies should be enough Convinced by your fists, too Still all those years pull me to you And that’s no small stuff Every beaten dog has her day When sentimentality disappears With nothing more to fear I drew up from my feet of clay Adios, then, dark curse I scour you from every precious space From my mirror stares back a face Of one who will be healed with verse