Decomposing a poem

Decomposing a poem

 

 

 

the finality of your curt goodbye

rattled the posture of my bones

i slipped out of my skin into 

calcium contrition

trying to detox my disbelief

 

but there is no mausoleum in which to store the memories

to make them less addicting

i am a grave digger with a shovel of remorse

wishing i had understood

how i buried your love so deeply into my heart

 

because i now stand confused

at the headstone of our connection

holding flowers that wilt

with inconsolable longing

as i anticipate my next fix

 

of tears.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/3/15

Reviews

[Kelsey Ann]

This is amazing! Superbly written & paced. I love it! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Kelsey Ann...

j.