You rise,
you begin,
disheleveld and unfurled.
your ghost,
your own heliographic hell.
your personal
psilocybin prison
distorting the Milgram-esque identity
have thou identified yourself.
Ombrophilic coping mechanisms
to dive under the swell and to avoid
being hit with the stimulated taste of lead,
not unlike your narcissist, altruistic self.
Your cerebrum concocted as a sting of seashells
So that your hypothalamic master
Can be portrayed vicariously
through someone else.

Your warmth brought me the courage to face my fears.

Your embrace brought me to tears.

Silver bands encircle withering fingers like planets,
the perpetual orbits of my index, middle, and ring.
Gazing endlessly at the ceiling from the sunken duvet,
pondering deeply—
Am I a chain's soft whisper or fractured platter?
Porcelain once pristine,
seen but scattered, across the kitchen marble.
a beloved bowl and useful.
Born of quarry's womb, kin of the chemical elements.
One of a millionfold in earth's embrace,
hewn, shaped, smoothed, bartered,
Reduced to a single, awkward grain in the wind.

There was a breeze inside,

Colour from my face.

On the walls and in my soul,

Those black roses fade.

You left us with a fractured shadow.

You left so much heartbreak.

So I breathe, and I speak your name.

And I know, you know my pain.

Because you were the same.

So go, just go. Away.

Your photos will be packed away

so I don't endure every day seeing your face.

And those black roses fade.