Hers was a green, recumbent fire
a kind of homicidal neutrality
for which no solution was forthcoming.
Hers was a bag of tricks both
precious and terrifying.
Together we were as orange
as a sunrise, a spectral
and uncompromising flame.
I loved her and that goes without saying.
–
We did not coincide harmoniously.
She was a bell sanctimonious and habitual
and I was a poor godless church mouse.
How she pained me, day after day,
furnishing me and saving me scattered
onto unlabeled disks and I unable
to discern from any of my pieces
a reconcilable identity.
Had I been a board she would have
reduced me to splinters.
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I, the love-struck penguin,
forgave it all
in the pursuit of monogamy.
I loved her as a dying man
loves atonement.
She fed me lies on silver trays
and dreams simultaneously
measurable and misleading.
mindlovemisery 
This is delicious.
“a kind of homicidal neutrality”
“Together we were as orange
as a sunrise, a spectral
and uncompromising flame.”
Those are my favorites … and the adorable surprise penguin. 🙂
Awww I am so glad you liked it! Penguin was in the word list and it was so random somehow but penguins are really cute
She fed me lies on silver trays
and dreams simultaneously
measurable and misleading.
Most unbecoming! There’ll be the odd ones in the crowd!
Hank
There are indeed!