in the rough lavender night
i fill my mouth with spite
that bitter residue
seeping from my yellow reflection
and flavoring the dying summer

because after your war
my body is an unfamiliar country
where escape is an impossibility
and every direction i turn
leads to exile

so i’ll cast myself out
and head into the north
far from my treacherous heart
away from the season of your name
to set my mind aflame
a funeral pyre
to light the remains of the year

08/19/2012

Author's Note: exile/vilify

Posted on 08/20/2012
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