I find you crouching, ever entrenched in spite;

.           searching for misdeeds on the horizon

.           longingly because you seek to transpire

.           a nuclear reaction between us.

Our tentative treaty, blown to smithereens

.          in the fire which rages from within

.          scorching goodwill and shattering desire

.          for a peaceful reunification.

I can taste the soot, it turns my tongue to ash

.          when nothing can be said to ease the pain

.          lashing out fiercely from the spitting cobra

.          to lay bare my flesh in years of scarring.

There is no salve for her hot embrace

which burns through hope, razing it to the ground.


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