The Leash

Fanned

at a thousands miles

cinders coated

in what

I smother them in –


beds
mornings
dancing
drinking
evenings
goals
dreams
people
dicks
glitz
and whispers


– all the things I do to forget

that ring you bore

(you hid)

in not choosing (really?), though

you leashed me

and leash me still.


As much I tug and gnaw

rip, rip, ripping

part

or free

the feral

stupid longing

for you alive in dreams

and not more.

For living inside

of a heart in life boiling

beyond where you left me

I hope to unbind

one day.

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