a dance with the Devil
always begins
with
the skin
under my
fingernails
torn apart
as we dig into
each others'
dermis,
deep into
the somber ocean
of memory
where she
dissolves
into ashes
where I
wait for her
sinking
wrecked and
broken.
a dance with the Devil
always begins
with
a silent passing
the obituary
of us
sweet and sour
as we split
like the atom
drown,
fall asleep
under the stars
and forget each
others'
faces
the echo of
our first
laughs
it was never
just
a dance
more a
nightmarish
ritual
the summoning
of storms
and rain
arresting,
combustible
magic
that ends in pain.
