A Thought for Every Word

Liar’s Lair

the bitter taste of his lust

sits on my tongue like battery acid

blisters form

he defiled the sanctuary

creating pustules of angst


he cheated me out of my revenge

and i spit the bile from aching lips

all is gone

i no longer feel the need to cling

to vines of dripping oil


the bitter taste of his lust

will dissipate like steam spouts

as i move further

into fog shrouds of dried tears

and grasp no more at tethered loins

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