the blood of my first love sticks to my blackened bones like a haunted winter coat
tortuous memories of his
golden skin,
sun drenched lips,
soft fire and silk irises
are such a violent soul binding possession
/
the vengeance of my own chaste and poisonous adolescent longings
for a dazzling indian prince,
blazes and ferments internally
/
his fatal righteousness,
his pure piety and gutting indifference, his misty scent of sunburst-citrus
echo like war drums throughout the hallows of my small broken body
/
it's been a bitterly cold eternity
but he still burns through the heart sized hole he left shooting straight through me.
🥀
