Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Beyond



beyond the memory
of your taste, is the
smell of victory you
display when the
advantage of divorce
shifts your way;
beyond the memory
of naked attractions
lies the burnt flesh
odors of all your
retaliations and brief
but smug appearances;
beyond the catastrophe
of hate rests nothing
but the blank, dark void
of regret and an apology
to our children for being
given clouded judgments.

31Jan14

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