lost in the acrid smoke of deceit the taste of your bitter languishes on her lips she smiles deliciously satiated by the heat and burn, of your hate she fondles the proclamation of your love, then spits in your face saddle and whip, hat misplaced she jumps on her horse rides the dust - wind - force slapping away in an unbridled gait onto the hardened scape of battered memory of controlled burn of friction and heat singeing forever in her vigilant mind a raging fire she lit the page torn the love in two once begged for more, a story rebuilt from spine to cover from lip to lover, a book of deceit closed forever.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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WOAH! “she lit the page
torn the love in two”—fantastic writing.
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Cool, I really appreciate you reading and commenting! Thanks again for stopping by. Cheers🙋🏽♂️
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WOW! That ending is just insanely awesome. Love love love this 🤍
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed this one. 😊
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Whoa! I pictured a play. Great poem!!!!
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Ha! I like that. Thanks for stopping by, Cassa. 🙋🏻♂️
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