The End

You transformed to a smokestack of gossip

Burning down all we had fogging up a cathedral

Leaving a Whiplash in the aftermath

of high maintenance involved in wanting you

In the light of candles I see your sharp tongue cut like stained glass through a fog of untruth and half told confession

Blinded by the glitteratti of your ego

My face goes white in the poetic light

When you reveil a heart black

like limosine leather

I’m a supernova on a cosmic quest

I will walk the catwalk

to your infinity war

It will still end in dust and ashes

As with me that you abhor