not even the ghosted outline remains
of your print on this space, and I feel like I
should be standing on your grave instead of on
the ashes of a life you left with so much ease…
I’ve set fire to you twice now – and found no peace.
Even watching the blue turn to orange then yellow white,
it seems somehow a con that such a light
could come from the effects you abandoned here.
You are dark personified. A sprite sent down by Oberon,
born of a new moon and stormy sea that consumed
any ounce of empathy a human should contain.
You feign emotion like a flower blooms –
opening simply in response to a ray.
In my mind’s eye, you burned today.