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The Last Rites

   
I thrust my tongue      
deep into your mouth      
to feel the cold taste of dust      
choking on eternity      
     
I gazed hard into your eyes,      
searching for a spark      
some recognition      
lingering from the soul      
but all I saw      
was my own scared reflection      
settling on the glassy stare      
of a stranger      
     
Gently,      
I brushed the hair from your cheek      
begging your lips for a smile      
but your head only jerked      
then lolled to one side      
staring vacantly      
towards the clock on the bedside table      
     
I wanted to tear off your jeans      
and bury myself in your thighs      
to hear you moan      
while I felt you shudder and cry      
to tell you I was sorry      
that I hadn't been there for you      
to say how much I loved you      
a final time      
and how I would love you      
always and forever      
     
But there was no forever      
and always was a lie      
from now on      
there would be only this moment      
swallowing the rest of my life      
the cruelest of reminders      
to rip out my own dead      
heart.
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 20th Sep 2014
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