Visceral loss

I tremble. I’m perspiring. You’ve been, you did, you were. Just now. Negatory, sir. You had been. Just then. You aren’t. No more. I can’t. Why so sudden. Where goodbyes. I crumble. A wolf fell behind. I cry. I’m angry. Negation. I hate it. I sit. I stand. I fall. I plunge. I run. I shy. I break the chair. Halt. You there? A boneyard. Stand fast. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Dismissed.

I recollect our sand beneath the posse of stars;
I tenderly jolted your corpse
to reconcile.
Your laid away mouth heaves our whistle no more.
A glugging chrysanthemum wine limped down my throat,
and I gasped for blacker kiss.
A frankincense cigarette smogged my throat,
and I vomited my spinal cord.
Your earthless tannin jinxes my tongue.
I don’t mind.
Your exhumated lapse tarts my boney structures.
I don’t mind.
I nakedly watch our bench erode its pink paint;
A volatile beauty of breakfasts and chess.

I’d watched you: sprinting! joking! hugging! naked! sucking! kissing! shining! enjoying! loving! honeying! talking! cussing! living!
I saw you: Eyes clouded. Pale. Suggilated. Cold. Stiffened. Putrefied.
I’ll have seen you: Decomposed-Skeletonized-Fossilized.

I can still smell you on my T-shirt.
I miss you.
Plain.
Simple.

Reviews

[Dorian]

I can still smell you on my T-shirt. good one.

[Vladimir Jr]

Thanks, man. Kinda the most evocative line there, haha