Did you think,
you were worming your way into
my heart?
Did I surprise,
Worm out,
the soggy bits till you hit the rotten core –
ah, you found my dirty little secret.


The Aftermath

I want to sleep but I don’t have the courage to close my eyes
for fear of what I might see when I
open them tomorrow morning

Out the window she stood under that lamp post
with the yellow umbrella I gave her last October
and that green scarf I liked
Her hair in the wind; her brown eyes staring at the gutter
seeing her reflection from the dirt stained ground

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