Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Matchstick lit

Matchstick lit,
That night you leaned
Your head against hers
And inhaled.

His gaze on my cheek,
I dangled my feet
Above grey water
And exhaled.

You snip at the hem
Of our patchwork house
With your brutal blade
Of honesty.

I sweep up the dust
Of darkness and deceit
And flush it down the chute
Of my silence.

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