That Night

Tasted but for seconds upon tongues of spite
And spit into the heavens
Acidic, like the words, spoken mouth to mouth
Quoted as those long dead writhe

And grind
Against my brain

Pain

That blossoms behind the eyes and before the fall
The darkness cries, and the tears that rise from
Its shattered guise reflects that night
Or reflects the lie that was told, like light to those
That are blind

To those that mourned when you said goodbye

And I
I turned a dry eye

and laughed

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