a drop into eternity

for bea

She speaks of God likes she knows

That one exists.

She speaks of love – true love like

She’s sure

That there’s a heart for every bloody beat.

She speaks of me and her,

In some time addled capsule,

Encased between our death and our days

With bruised lips, open wounds, and

Sirens, calling us home but to her

I am not a speck of stardust.

I throttle the universe into submission

In order to please her, and touch her face

When she weeps and the sun drops

As my eyes dim and there’s no resolve,

Only anger

And I bring the whole damn world down

To keep her adrift, floating

Through the cosmos

While I’m here on Earth,

Drowning.

The End

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