Arsonist's Lullabye

12th

remember him and never forget,

his megawatt smile and
the atrocities that it masked
his saline lips - clean yet
full of spite and distrust
his sculptured face and
the spite in all his words
his spider-like fingers
and the bruises he left
his charcoal hair that
hid his vulnerability
and his tortured soul
that penetrated the deepest
crevices of her soft heart

in un-loving memory of him