She’s delirious.
The agony has razed across her heart
like a knife spreading the pathetic dredges of remnant butter
across the surface of harshly toasted bread.
I will float here
Empty of substance
Surrounded by a false warmth.
The world
My current world
Is lacking.
I teeter between grief and madness.
Pain and delirium.
Agony and strife.
The shattered pieces
Of my strength
Are littered at my feet.
The breaking point was breached.
Yet it will be rebuilt.
As I lie here.
Surrounded by the false warmth
As the tiny pieces of my soul
Refill my empty cup.
The jealousy I feel
When I see you in various stages of
Undress
Burns within my chest.
Your accessories long tossed away
As you change from gold, to red, to muddy brown.
Discarding your leaves you lay yourself bare.
Exposed to the gentle breeze
That is laced with ice
As if to foretell
What is to come.