The Ecstasy of the Rats

I'm sorry, but I refuse to see you again.

You've discarded My heart like a piece of excess ribeye fat.

You meticulously sliced Me out of your royal court, and left Me to get gobbled up by the alley rats in the dumpster.

I live with that reality day in, day out. And I'm reminded of My grim fate every afternoon, when I wake up and see your black choker collecting dust on My nightstand, forlorn and lost at the base of My 3-legged, porcelain egg.

But I'll get past this gloomy season. Afterall, the rats are My saints.