A crucifix pinned between the eyes,
A testimony paid your grotesqueries.
I shrug you off a surge at a time,
The rancor effervescing in the cavern
That once furnished a more cromulent smile.
–
I turn you out over and over again,
A reel crooning in the hexagon
Of an unissued resolve,
You are the darkness in which I feast
The terse noncommittal heart
Exorcised in the shadows of my own.
–
I gather my tears, viscous on settling,
Into the folds of your unwashed clothes.
A madness shared grows exponentially
And there is hardly a breath between us
Worth the sacrifice it would take to survive.
Even when face to face your void drinks me.
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