Vicious Love

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Emptiness crawls the length of my spine,

spinning insecurity to knots.

The redlight exchanges a sly glance

for what's better left unsaid in a house full of dread.

A candle closes in for a winter wind,

taking her six feet beneath a calendar page.

A die casts an awkward summer-fall, beating to the drum to a fucking twist of a knife in the back.

A line that she crossed me off her list;

the wickedness burns within her ice-cold chest.

A whisper floats through this empty house.

I run down the stairs; there she stands, wet from the pain of the rain, begging me to take her back.

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