Gradual realizations trickle
down my heartstrings, corrosive,
bereaving, and I collapse, enervated
from the growing stench of rotten
bones, fetid clots of the mind and
the world’s insurrection.
Because things are different now.
My knees melt into earth as I
struggle to breathe in oxygen
through this thick stifling imposition of reality–
people leaving, transofrming, ceasing into
intangible shadows, fading from my knowledge,
beyond my reach. I lament over
their indiscriminate renunciations, their
powerless surrender, their youthful luminance
confiscated by the hands of humanity.
the sterilization of life
fields of imagination lost to the
sputtering ghosts; those venomous
thieves; life’s artifice.