Ashes

You know who you are

Ashes

Another for you
Another about you --
It may end with you
Just you
Your white lie's company
Rather than Jesus Christ's.
The sun lifts its pointed tips
Right at my head.
There are two divots in my mattress
One you fit in
The other stinking with man I stuck in.
Your lie is a hole my love sunk in
And this book's sink, too.
You only think I got over you.
The truth was a straw
You sucked my gut with.
It was a stool you sat on
To beautifully fool me.
Caryn
Lynn
You bitch
You give me days like scabs
Nights in sacks
In ashes.