Another deadened day 

another traipse

through your absence

the days first thought

of your abandoning me

brings on a fit

of sheer unadulterated vindictiveness.

 

My hurling of your leering photograph

disintergrating  against the wall

makes a most pleasureable sound.

 

Ripping noise of shredding

the flimsy nightwear you left behind

becomes a vengeful fanfare

that my ears have little problem

translating into such sweet music.

 

And if it wasnt for

the pitiful pleading whine

that I could almost accompany

coming from the little doe eyed puppy

you also betrayed

I am just about able to refrain

my pain thirsting boot

from targetting

its indiscrminatively poop piling arse.

 

My revengefullness heightens!

 

Taking the ribboned collection

of your flowery poetry

I pretended to like

I place it in the hearth

in readiness for the evenings fire

whose warmth I assume

will leave behind the reward

of a lasting  contented glow

long after the embers have died.

 

But oh!

how mistaken was I of the afterglow 

when waking in the lateness

to find  the assailant of emptiness

leaping from the cold grate

to sink its teeth of memory

into my heart 

making new

the old chains I thought broken

refilling my eyes

with tears I thought long dried

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Stef Wilde