by  • December 18, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    You don’t exist to me anymore.
    Just a memory in my head.
    A ghost.
    Beguiling and dangerous.
    You were like Satan himself.
    You almost dragged me down to you.
    Only the eruption broke that chain.
    Small mercies.
    I survived.
    I crawled from the wreckage.
    I washed up on shore.
    Started walking and was tempted to look back.
    Evil couldn’t fool me.
    What a stunning, cataclysmic episode. And now it’s dust. SMH. That was FUCKED, man.

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