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
your bedpost.
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)

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