A seven A fifty An eclipse An earthquake Silence Slowly cementing bricks back into place This laborious task Making blisters on empty and swollen hands I am my own protector now One more makes two I’ll get there One day at a time I’ll forget you Forget you said you loved me Shocked when I returned it with interest That unforgivable sin Of actually loving you too Was it all in my head? Am I mad beyond words? That certainly would suit you Clad as you are in Furtiveness, triple sixes and jet black hues Everything turns My stomach and the earth The sun and its absent rays You’re out there too looking for them today But not for me Never for me Are the locusts next? Awoken from their earthen slumber By the soul crushing bass When I next catch a glimpse Of your indifferent, gorgeous face Agonizingly, excruciatingly They proceed to devour This shattered heart
