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you sure
made sure
your face was burned
into my sad,
chemically imbalanced brain,
didn’t you?
is there such a thing as a
moon burn?
scarred skin
from basking in your darkness.
Demeter brought me back
to earth, you see,
and I left you kicking
and screaming-
not that you cared,
O Holy Darkness,
Ruler of the dead.
now
when I close my eyes,
that burn seems to have
seeped, permeated
much further-
into the mind
resides your face.
a sea of haunting.