This is how you burn a bridge

I roll my shoulders
and crack my back ,
admiring the scenery
as I put down the gas can

The road to our screamscape
always looked like
an oasis
on the way
to dark paradise

I guess that’s
just how I saw it;
a haven
to escape to
when the world
came at me
with needy hands

somewhere sacred
so I could fall into you
to us

It was all I ever needed.

you kept an escape route

I guess to escape me,
maybe when I was on my period
or gained a few pounds
or was otherwise
not the fucking
awe inspiring
goddess that
I am

You kept your
highway to hell
like a junkie keeps
a little stash in the back
of his sock drawer

just in fucking case
this whole thing
doesn’t quite do it for you

I guess you like the
scenery on the
way out as much as
the way in
because you kept
that access road
maintained

just
in
case

my deltoids scream relief as
I set the gas cans down
and kick them over
with my right
high heel

the tang of kerosine
slushes over
our covered bridge.

I’m dressed to kill
tonight,
no space to spare
in this dress

but I have
a gas station
lighter in my
little black clutch

I’d think you
didn’t know how to
burn bridges
baby
if I wasn’t standing
on yesterdays
ashes

I lick my lips
and flick
the lighter’s wheel.
My thumb warms.

So.

just in fucking case

I’m going to show you
how it’s done