[ was going to ask you if you remembered but you had already forgotten me entirely. ]

was going to ask you if you remembered but you had already forgotten me entirely.
Lost in your carnal revenge calling demons from the mist to devour my blood.
and your face was stone- twisted and disfigured
cut to mirror your intentions.
Fresh and pink
skin so new it was sticky.
You just stepped on me.
My wildflowers and papier-mâché hearts
and macaroni portraits of us
together forever.
This polaroid that I can still see clearly, though the film is bleached by your gaze
as blinding as the sun.
Of you and I in a perfect world where I don't cry and wish I could somehow please you without destroying myself entirely.
A place where you wouldn't tell me you're going to fuck someone else because I'm too sick to be the wife you had not even a year ago.
And you just don't care.
A blind stranger knows my pain even when I laugh and pretend because you aren't around to remind me
there is nothing to smile about.
Now I hear you laughing in the next fucking room.
Unaware that I am dying alone.
[not that it would matter]