subtle self-induced sadism

memories are weightless
but the sweet loss
weighs a ton
my spine is twisted
into
an ampersand
to give more
room
for her sweeping
across
ancillary nerve endings.

my irises
have adopted the half smile
she would wear
as she bent over
in nothing
but my old t-shirt
knowing
my eyes were locked
on the heart shaped doom
presented
with subtle sadism.

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