I am piroetting on your memory.
My vacant eye, once full, has evacuated it's adoration
for you, upon the floor at your feet.
A love pure and true sits as a putrid
emotional fluid in a heap there,
and with it, I pay you homage.
Flies gather to worship,
but butterflies wilt, along
with the flowers they seek as a landing.
This is my last sacrifice.
I emptied tears upon your chest and emptied
dreams upon your promise. All the while
you shoved a maelstrom finger down my throat
and watched me gag.
Here is your reward.
I serve it heated and pungent.
Perhaps that will warm your cold and heartless
body while you rest.
Then, my bulimic soul can seek refuge
beneath a marble slab.
A derelict trophy upon your wretcher's shelf,
sat to shine and yet, I purged.
©2007/08 Azure Renee (silentology)