Wild edge.

Between sex

And death,

Cecilia chose

The latter

And that was


the music

That played

At my heels.

Sex or death.

Sinner or saint.

No in between.

But can’t you


It takes a lifetime

Of bad memory

To untangle our


Smooth over

The edges,

And no amount

Of “I’m sorrys”

Will kill the story

“You’re forgiven”

has played

On my heart.

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