Ménage à trois

Castles&Guns_Unrequited Love

Ashen skies.

Sober with morning,

Feel my innards shrivel with poison…

I wasn’t meant to hear that you loved another.

A scoriae soul all but frozen…

Overperforming

In disguise.

Eyes gone sere.

Her scent on your skin,

Mocking afterthought come epigram.

I wasn’t meant to hear that you loved another.

Bile crisps up below the diaphragm,

Withering within.

Don’t come near!

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