Trash Bag

Drop dead
Rats with piles of filth;
The articles of clothing
You left,
When you decided
This was the end.

Is your life so close to god damned perfect
That you can walk out that door
Without even glancing back.

Don’t be mistaken.
The moment
You decided
You’d abandon
I lost all interest.

But I’ll say I’m sorry

I accidentally
Decapitated one of their heads
When I tried breaking its neck
With a tin can.

It’s in your trash bag.