Sweetheart.. Poem

And then with a scarlet flourish
I left him
bloodied without heart
his timorous wailings despicable
like the cries of a shot predator

Smiling with slanted bit lips
I dismissed him
to the four bleached corners of his room
his weeping well-earned loneliness
kindling for my fire

Deepening my artificial resolve
I buried him
alone without God or ceremony
his corrosive well-executed witchcraft
burnt to cinders on my lonely altar.