Ex-orcism

..senseless candles burned
not vanilla nor empathy
I could taste them like words
stuck in my throat
what you never said to me,
the flowers you carried
died in their infancy
you gave them ...
dead flowers..
the church seat laid bare
beside you, me standing there
you told me to go..somewhere
so, I danced around the alter
like a heathen..that I am not..
but you wouldnt know that
you already forgot..
in your prayer upon prayer..
in dreams its immortal
each layer after layer
the dagger in my soul
is piercingly sharp
leave it in situ
straight through the heart