Gone

Disintegrating
One thread at a time
Curious
One's humor
Another's demise
Standing
Case in hand
Shocked
Ceased
To believe
In you
Us
Love
Trust
Faith
Slipped by
Left
The fabric of us
Strings

And He Was Dead

The boiling blood coursed through
My veins, and my mind began
Screaming. Sticky sweat oozed off
My forehead as my foot began
Shaking in a furious pattern. My
Body was telling me to run as far
And as fast as I could. I stood there
Realizing what he had done, even
After, “The Talk.” My palms became
Clammy, and I was losing my grip
On reality. I was slipping into
The great gorges of fantasy. Then,
The anger killed him.

Almost Wordless

Logic wars
Bittersweet emotion
Fear freezes
Heart pleads
Grip lost
Insanity screams
Sanity needs
Thoughts flee
Fantasy leaves
Focus thaws
Wholeness remains
Light stays
Faith gains