After the Flash

We walked through the woods with our hands in our pockets,
Alone with the rotting ash trees,
And the air between us was a riot of rockets,
When we realized what would never be.
We could have parted as calmly as cowards,
But you’d always wanted the last word
With your face twisted up like a brute
You slipped love from a sheathe in your boot,
Jammed the word through my ribs,
and left me here
to live.

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