I watched him
silent
I could not speak with my mouth so full of anger
full to spilling
but there was no word for the anger that was not hate
there was nothing left but hate
as though some unnamed evil
some black vulture seized my heart in its dark talons
and tore away all that was good and lovely there

I watched
and even as he pushed the nails through his own wrists
I would not believe him
I would not forgive him
He was still a liar
a liar and a ghost
a ghost and some words
woven into being only by the sheer force of his arrogance

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