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Dawn I collect a hodge podge of memories,
Worthless like tinsel and painful like kidney stones,
Festering inside me to leech on my heartsick citadel,
Prickles on my heart as it dries to a wrinkled raisin.
Echelon wordplay yields a dormant falsity,
Dignifying your attempt to manifest a failed love,
But your viral sadism
Grinds my love through a turbine
Into scattered specks of stardust.
You gave me that hand-me-down emotion,
Battered and worn and unspirited.
Insatiable until I grasped the nirvana of unbounded love,
But the detrimental truth of the girdle
That strangles the romance
And leaves the larva of our passions to die young in a sarcophagus.
More quizzical,
Is the expression on your face,
When you see the orchid growing through the cement
On my scarred countenance.
You didn’t kill me.
