Eurydice Leaving
I could’ve lived with my silence.
No one could compete
with your voice like smoke
that curled around people.
Seeped into their souls,
filling them with equal parts
awe and lust.
I could’ve lived with that.
It was the way you looked at me,
lust and fear and madness
fighting behind your eyes.
The way you’d ask me
once
twice
fifteen times
“Where’d
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