Tenaz

The smallest oversight on your part;
Your named illuminated before me
– only briefly –
Then gone.

An exasperated wheeze
of that determined muscle
deep in my chest.

Silly me thought I’d forgotten
how to miss you.

Never.

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El Diablo

I’ve learned that hell is grey.
That the brimstone is cold and sharp.
That the devil himself weighs ten pounds;
And he sits in your stomach for months on end;
Setting cold fires;
Caressing your gut with his long,
Clawed
Fingers.

He leaves you through the mouth;
Through the eyes.
He shakes you as he passes;
With talons in your nerves,
Leaving a trail of bile in places it doesn’t belong.

And when he is free;
He holds you safe
In a little box;
And he shakes you like an empty can;
And he sets you down disoriented on strange ground.

The Game

I have dreamed of breaking you;
Of your uncharacteristic submission;
Where the fire you exude
Fuels mine;
Where my toxic smile
Pollutes your every thought.

I have dreamed of your withdrawal
Once I take away your drug;
Eyes flash green
As I select my next target.