The last of
the bad guys
I choke down
betrayal for breakfast
it tastes
like stale cigarillos and sour Corona
but it is
healthier than lying
down
satiated after a feast of lies
I vomit till
my gut has nothing else
to offer,
then I bleed a sacrifice
pour fire
into it
burn the
emptiness within
eulogizing
aloud
my voice
escapes
after having
been caged
for decades
behind my teeth
you’ve always confused
popularity for beauty
longevity for loyalty
so how could you not mistake
desperation for dedication?
I thought of
her voice last night
and forgot
to buy tissues
now I’m left
with nothing
to wipe
these sins away
forsaken
promises roll
into the
corners of the mouth
you once
made your home
they
dissipate onto my tongue
saltiness
flavors my acquiescence
savoring the
only solace
in realizing
you have never
will never
know the
full sway of my heart
or the warmth
of my throat
MD Marcus
MD
Marcus is a freelance writer and poet who loves keys, the color blue, and a
good nude illusion. Her work has appeared on Salon as well as in Another Way Round,
The Drabble, Eunoia Review, Rat’s Ass Review, Communicators League, “Motherhood
May Cause Drowsiness,” among others. Please read everything she writes and
visit her on Instagram or at mdmarcus.com
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