Crawling Back

Gemini came back last night, cruised in

on social media, tried to trap me again,

darkly demonic in her shortened blonde

locks, intent on marriage, dragging me

toward her slaying cave where she could rape

my body, and force another child from it.

Collecting the cash on the way, the fruits

of sin, the spoils of wooing a man she once

rejected, I wouldn’t allow it, and dowsed

her with language, set fire to the fair maiden

faded with lies, as the cries of her child

forced her back inside, and I deleted her digits.