my cold dead heart

 
 
my cold dead heart  
remembers to forget the melodies  
we once hid inside  
 
my lips betray me however  
and i make porcupined air bubbles  
of the lyrics where you slipped on my skin  
 
i forget to remember  
 
there are holes in the walls  
where memories used to hang  
with promises of forever  
 
as the dirge plays on  
 
I don't ask for salvation  
nor forgiveness  
 
just the sweet wet crackle  
of my showering on your grave  
as you watch  
 
 
Written for the DUP competition of the same name  
 
Accepted for publication 08 03 2017 by mgv2 La petite mort (France)