redwinterroses

The depth of my sorrow overwhelms me. I lie motionless in a still, hollow dark. The sound of my pulse in my ears dissolves beneath the weight of a suffocating silence, save for your haunting voice. Your desperate pleas flow in slow contented circles, whispers in the fluid motion of shadows, memories that have become my shroud. A faint inaudible gasp struggles to pass between cracked, trembling lips. Shattered echoes of vindicated words give way to a dying breath. My tears flow so, that my lungs are filled with them and I am drowning, impaled by a violent stabbing pain that renders my flesh cold and frail. Drop by drop my blood pulls slowly, mockingly through my veins. The pure inequity of beat after beat, submerged into a cold, unforgiving hell, held in the absence of vengeful mercy. My muted screams resonate in to a silvery familiar wisp, a faint flicker where once a pool of black carried no reflection. A brilliant light, now luminous and radiating, brushes my sallowed cheek. My bones exhale a small cry of pain for the void that was once my eyes, strained to focus on the apparition that stands before me - the phosphorescence of my morning and my evening star, the divine glory that is you. The translucent halo of your eyes pierces through the depth of my grieving heart. I reach for you and am brought down swiftly to my knees by the singular withdraw of your hand, consumed entirely by the flood that was once my ocean - deep sparkling blues and greens that washed over me, basked in a beach of warmth, held by the sun that was the depths of your soul. But you dissipate into my inadequacies, lifelessly crumpling to the floor, I am left to soundlessly mourn a love that was cruelly slain.