the lightness of being

she's dead to me.

this evil

woman who ruined my life.

(temporarily)

she's gone.

i've packed her things

and set them

by the curb.

i have her keys.

i've burned

whatever it was she left

behind.

i've never known

anyone quite

as despicable

and unspiritual as her,

and yet

i let the devil in.

let her lie next to me

for a year.

when i look into her hollow

self starved

face, i see nothing,

but the empty abyss

of a lost soul.

when she opened her mouth

on lies came out.

strange how we're blinded

by the spell

of demonic women.