Like bile,
the betrayal burns
up my throat.
I see the usual mess
spread out again
before my eyes;
the bitter buffet,
remnants of another attempt
to revive the dead.
Another door closes
silently before me.
Something more dies within.
Another sliver of my heart
is locked away
in another silver box.
The ground tilts again,
ever so slightly,
how long has it been
since it felt level,
steady?
I stare,
once more,
at the door now closed,
and with a sigh,
I turn away.
04-05-18
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