Cinders

The wake of my desire burns with final judgement
delayed scrutiny

The shattered remains crawl away from pure light

Your colors of disgust rains on me
like ash

My face is remade to resemble a witch that has stolen your precious

heart

This heart soaked in propane
knicked with my razors
the color of rust
and April roses

I crawl out from under you
and present you with your dripping heart

Here is the mess I have made of you

Keep it safe