After Loving A Liar.
i revisit my second thoughts─
reprising them
a third, fourth,
and fifth time.
my God
things make less sense now
than when they didn’t
make sense before.
you become
less of a liar
and more of a
full-service concierge of pain
than my broken heart
can bear to believe.
only when
i re-conceive
moments when
no second thoughts were made─
are your horns unconcealed
and the avalanche
tears into my chest
extracts the religion
out of my soul
and hands me my body
as a sack of
abandoned skeletal bones.
my heart must reject
even the blood
it pumps to breathe
as i stumble in the streets
for air or sirens or God─
whichever
rescues me first.
Mark Anthony Thomas
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