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reaper

I knew you'd be here
always the dormant shadow
casting a constant reminder
over everything I know

a trail of rose petals
leads me to face the open mouth
of a cold gun barrel against my lips
awaking in sweat at the pull of the trigger

follow digital breadcrumbs
to find the weasel escaped the pen
I'm in arms again from the warning sent
my nightmare guardian

it's been years since then
honestly, I don't recall most of it
twisted pleasure a mutation
of a bottom floor, two-bedroom canary

you made a feast of my body
panicked heartbeat
strangled sobbing
your favorite toy

I broke for you, didn't I?
a power muted in the overwhelm of shame
eternally dirtied from your game
scalding water circles the drain

the best of you cradled at my bedside
she'll never know the taste of your lie
sifting through the ash of my past
I become the reaper