You tried to tame this wild life, and it fought unfairly, as feral things do.
The current was rough and the tide consumed you;
Discarding your remains in vomit
And one day a stranger called you from the sky
or the soil
or the sea;
And you were warm on her skin;
And you sang her to sleep.
You have stared into my soul precisely twice;
And that is apparently all it takes,
Because that’s all it took.
One hand against your cheek,
I sucked the life right out.
Your soul felt heavy in my palm;
A grey mist
snaking its way through my pores;
into my heart.
You never once shared
You knew every inch of my soul.
And I barely knew your name.
My brain spills out onto the floor.
Words upon words.
Reams of nonsense;
So you might not see
the bit of my soul
that fell out, too.
Plagued by an emptiness
so deep that the
in your eyes
my ailing soul.
And suddenly I’m lost.
Suddenly life is stolen from my hands;
Shaken until the pieces rattle together;
And I don’t know who
is holding the jar,