What was left of it

She crumbled in his arms
like paper to flame
I found the ash, next day,
strewn on the floor

or what was left of it.

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She drowned in his eyes
like laughter in gunfire
I found the empty cartridges, the day after,
littered on the floor

or what was left of it.

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She whimpered at his touch
like the dumb being whipped
I found the blood stains, a day later,
sprayed on the floor

or what was left of it.

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She moaned in his wake
like an orphaned, hungry mongrel
I found the cries, everyday,
cemented to the floor

or what was left of it.