You’d be horrified if you knew
the person I turned into,
the things I have done
and those I’m yet to do.

the scene is layered with ghosts
who obscure and befuddle
and strip you of your sensibilities
until pale wisps of expectation
now disfigured from the beating
the cold remnants of the cheating
stripped bare and empty
where only a wind-whistling-dark-nothing.