Throw your torch!
Flame-spitten to an ash-wilted pyre
and watch amongst the phantom hordes,
a publicly relished rage,
writhing to fuel a fire.
Breathe with soft lips upon the embers,
Heat exposed beneath my feet,
and deny with a vehemence
that our lips ever did at one time meet.
Voice your grievance,
one in a one-thousand voiced choir,
and let the cacophony burn in my heart,
the sound of only your voice,
forever that does not expire.
And I could have been anyone
when anyone would do.
Not lovingly chosen
but hunted instinctively in pursuit.
And I fed the flames
which once made me feel protected and complete
but which now make me nothing
but disappointment disposed of at your feet.