through swollen lids
the scene looked as before,
the remnants of hate
strewn around
my love - splattered
like a seeping stain
of ruby wine
thrown from
a shattered glass
words, even now
stuck in my throat
like last nights bread -
dry and stale
surrounded by an unfinished meal
the burnt ashes of you
lay in the ashtray
and shards of glass
cut the future to shreds

Lita









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