the wind whipped her hair
into black flames
as she stood on the roof top smoldering
red at the gate, her back naked
looking out onto the city she loved
that hid the corpse of her love
somewhere behind walls
of brick and steel and glass
where he
dug his grave
with someone else
on this perfect day
this fucking perfect day
©02.08.18 ebn
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