Bewitching

Your bewitching glamour steadily chipped away,

flake by flake,

like a statue emerging from the marble.

The charming mask now a pile of dust at your feet and

now all I see before me

are rotten innards

and entitled pain suck

and calluses where the heart should go.

What a powerful bewitchment

to make me so blind

to every color but rose.

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