Until We Meet Again

Veiled in white
Like an expensive bride,
Unduly attractive,
Who brings a man to ruin

In past tense
Tonight I spoke your name
Wrapping recollections
Around the toxic body
Of our acquaintances

Lying awake
In restless absence
Scrapping for a fight
To make-up our differences
Rolling you in my fingers

Inhaling your venom
Absorbing the rendition
Of your assertions
The contrast of the pure,
And the burning, and the ash;

The multicolored tapestry
Of who I am now,
Where I came from,
And who I used to be,
Or be worth.

Burning in my lungs
Like a fuse.

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