The Daily Dread

Yesterday

When the cuddles start
to curdle it's ghost time for
Ash or for Ashley 


the things from the past
that would make my blood curdle
now part of the game


poking the ash heap
of yesterdays smoldering
discontent bonfire
bound to ignite another
self-righteous conflagration

 

her florid perfume
now wafts through my mind rooms like
a hyacinth ghost

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