Ex’d

He outlined my asymmetrical heart with his interlocking promises. His Words danced like good witches around my boiling soul. We spilled our intellectual Prophecies at the feet of Magdalene's moonlight. And the dark clouds gathering absorbed our Whispering perversities. 

But His desperate panic for survival fuels his Deceit. He undresses me for the green-eyed wolves, and they salivate with their dangerous Ignorance. My vulnerability is Exorcised like a weakened ghost rising, and his ambivalence to the destruction leaves me naked and cold.