Showdown

My name is a dry desert

upon my mouth and when you say it-

there is a quiet whisper

that runs the abandoned town of my heart.

My heart has been empty

for years and your affection

is ghosts haunting me

and lingers in the shadows of your name.

I am saying, you made me a ghost

and our love has dissipated in the summer heat-

you say my mouth is like winter and I am cold

but my barren heart needs to heal.

I make you a villain-black shadow

on the horizon, and my trigger tongue

is ready to cock goodbye in a second.

We have a showdown in my ribcage.