

The SongI hear the song That always makes me think of you It’s part of me now I can’t escape it You’re part of me nowThe Song
The air is cold tonight I drink it in It numbs the loneliness and regret I know I’ve hurt you With the things that I said I know I make you feel Like the bad guy Like it’s all your fault
I play the martyr so well I’m the injured party The victim Of course that’s an utter lie I twist your words To make myself innocent
But I just push you away And I pull the covers over my head and cry
Stay
Balance

The Widow's SestinaShe felt like a widow. He gave off a smile, but it was just a crack In the guarded barracks of his mouth. The mouth that hadn’t touched hers in years. The flute Sat unplayed in the corner. So cataclysmic, She thought, that I should fall out of love tonight.The Widow's Sestina
The sky was ebony black that night, But lightning flashed brightly as the gut of a black widow. Such storms were ritually cataclysmic. The drumming of the thunder could make eardrums crack. It drowned out the lilting melody of the flute And the unspoken words trapped behind her mouth.  
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