If I can’t have you, no one will.
I’ll call hell ahead of time,
reserving you a place.
Angels don’t belong in the underworld.
But for you,
heaven might make an exception.
Welcome to my mind.
In someone else’s future,
I pieced together a conceptual betrayal (yay me!)
the fuel beneath the flames
rests in your eyes.
A pleasant surprise to the exes you checked off
I’m not saying I’d tell them.
But if your church caught wind of the real you,
I’d hate to be you.
(© 2022 AC)