I think of you
as the memory of our love
shatters like a ceramic plate, suddenly
All in Poetry
I think of you
as the memory of our love
shatters like a ceramic plate, suddenly
It was on his lips and on my hips, / And I leaned in closer to inhale the / Magic-like, love-struck perfume that / He wore on his shoulder like a / Promise.
you are a stacked tower of satellite gloom / glowering your raspy doom in drab lighting / grey as crackled concrete spitting / tart textures of gravel into / every / crooked / crevice
i see the fragments everywhere now:
i spot the cracks, the crevices,
the shedding of shells and shards,
flying off like freebound scrapnel—
the ache of everyone flaking away,
fading into the sunlight of day;