lost in the acrid smoke
of deceit
the taste of your bitter
languishes on her lips
she smiles deliciously
satiated by the heat
and burn, of your hate
she fondles the proclamation
of your love,
then spits in your face
saddle and whip, hat misplaced
she jumps on her horse
rides the dust - wind - force
slapping away in an
unbridled gait
onto the hardened scape
of battered memory
of controlled burn
of friction and heat
singeing forever
in her vigilant mind
a raging fire
she lit the page
torn the love in two
once begged
for more,
a story rebuilt from
spine to cover from lip
to lover, a book of deceit
closed forever.
Β©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by hannah grace on Unsplash

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