rusty bile

i wrote

i love you

in cursive
down
her spine

tasted her
sweat and desire
as it
dripped
from my beard

but

in the quiet moments
when
teeth and tongue
were still

it was
the memory that
kept
me going

as cobwebs
draped
her once loving
heart

now

it is the aftertaste
of being pushed
aside
as she casually
strolled
from the wreckage
without
a backwards glance
at the scene
she surely knew
she was
fleeing

that floods
my mouth with

rusty bile.

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