by AC

Remorseful Cheater

Innocent white lies turned to dark ashes, methodically burning even the buds of tastes on her tongue. She flung the crisp covers off her side of the bed. His name is Ted. And now, I’m as good as fucking dead. 

(Dusting off Dreams #34 out of 166k in poem)

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