Incubus By Liang

The last time you coughed up ashes
Was sitting on the couch watching
Hamlet, and it was then that you said
that you'd give up smoking.
But it was your mahogany heartwood
that you charred on a sacrificial altar,
given up so you could melt my
salty heart with the false tears
You watered your weed garden with.
And the sour sackcloth you drape yourself in,
cannot be in mourning for me, because you have no soul --
Though you have taken mine.
I gave you love, and you locked it in your hate chest.
Swathed it in serpent scales, and returned for your
Pound of flesh, which I would give
Because you have the rest of me, locked
Away in the dark crypt of your mind.
Now you've curled your requiem tresses.
Swirled them to match your marzipan soul --
And you would pawn the stars
To spite me of their light, because
You want it all.

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