Thrown Away

Yvette showed me the keys, 

Hung them dangling before my eyes, 

Assuring me she would not lose them, 

Looked direct into my imploring eyes, 

And bit her tongue hard, 

Perhaps releasing a drop of poison, 

Into her forked tongue, 

Well aware of her own intentions. 

Two days later on the edge, 

Of a stomach churning canyon, 

I saw that ring of life, 

Containing the secret openings, 

Memories if you want to call them that, 

Sail, glimmering in the sun, 

To the bottom, 

Bottom, 

Bottom. 

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