grief
is an ouroboros
all consuming
infecting
every atom
a nuclear
barrage
of self implosions
a crater
a toxic cloud
hanging heavy
hiding
a forever
altered skyline

i cannot
see through the
curtain of
tears
as the curtain
closes on
another
daydream delirium
i choke on
the soot as
aspirations
smolder on
the green wood
of happiness
cut down
before it ever
had a chance
to raise up
and let the
sunlight trickle
through the
blossoms left
as buds

grieving
an incomprehensible
loss
breathing in
noxious fumes
with each
labored breath
knowing it
only hastens
the putrefaction
and i doubt
there is enough
of who i was
left to reconstitute
anything more
than a shadow

trace your fingers
over the scorched
indentation i left
carved in the stones
a scar to remind
the universe i never
had enough middle
fingers to fully
show my quiveringly
impassioned disdain