Commemoration

Dear Vermilion,

I demand you sink deeper than six feet under

The strain of recollection

I wish the earth’s magma core could melt you from my memory

An orb of static fury

The sound warped from your lips in the shape of deceit

Wish to scrape you off the tips of sharp tongues

Mouths that move to the rhythm of puppet strings

You were sickening and twisted

Manipulative and distant

You cried wolf and I came running

I would never think of torching you the way you set me ablaze

You were a tumor

Horrid, sprouting just beneath the skin of my bruises

Rooted deep enough into the tissue

Tinted…lurid… black and blue

 “You’re going to end up alone.”

“You never know what you do wrong.”

Among the many other words that bounced and shattered

On the floor of my bedroom, you wore away the surface of the wood

It was not the only thing you mutilated

I’m not asking for recompense

I want nothing from you but the last word

Sentencing you like a final verdict

Screw you for leaving me to sweep up all of the fragments

In between bloody palms

Screw you for asking me to jump in after you and

Carving holes into my parachute

I’ve long since forgotten to care about you...

Yet, today I remembered

Willing to bet you can no longer even spell my name

Letters best left to drift away from reminiscence

Like smoke from ash

Both these sentences and those

Well, I’m better now

Thank you for not asking.

Sincerely,

Maroon