Divorcing a Cancer

Like God,
her back was a mirror

When she turned away
I saw my inner demons

The more I threw at her
the more they multiplied

So many skulls afilled of clawing critters
and a stinging silence

A niche of loathing in a dark light
that dulls with the dust of memory

And by the time I see
through the cracks

my fear has gone...

but so has she