an ember
slowly
turns to

ash

as it rides
the thermals
to land
casually
in the corner of
an unsuspecting

eye.

through teary
discombobulation
the dissolution of
reality
becomes less
hypothetical
fully embracing the
disaffected
disinterest
of atrocious

dystrophy.

but sometimes

a good cry
is all that spans
the void of

suffering.