Urn livin’ when ashed up for good
my damn toast every other morn
pepper skin for a roasted flavor
frayed nerves pressed against bone
a river that feeds lava toward my pulsing fingers that contort into a fist
pump it back then thrust it forward in contact with your fucking mouth
burning desire to shut your philandering lips
a kiln of emotion
exploding into frets
lovesick lyrics that ignite the skin of a drum
realizing I’m unwanted as a love letter is tossed into a pyre of a fireplace
I’m entirely spent. I’m utterly done.
This has nothing to do with me but rather some stories I’ve been reading about infidelity. I was putting myself in that same situation and supposing how I would feel. Of course, the only thing I could see was rage but I think there are a lot of emotions that go on when faced with an adulterous partner.