I wanted your love,
but you struck a match
and flamed my soul,
ripped my flesh apart
in the stricken sky,
pouring toxic chemicals
across my canvas as I
screamed out in agony.
Breathing smoke
inside my lungs, scarlet
smashed predicates blown off
course, raging verbs slumped,
dumped into dank trash cans.
The damaged letters bleeding
at the root, scattered stems
from dead flowers floating
in misery. My shadowy eyes
falling below the stars and moon,
lost in the bitter beats blasting
within my kingdom, rugged
shoulders and arms disarmed,
deformed, worn out like crushed
chalk. And as you spit
scorched syllables in my face,
raw-***** prepositions grayed
out, blackened, slammed, cracking,
my thighs trembling in meaningless
sounds, deranged, deprogrammed,
crammed into crazed surfaces,
my mind was fast falling
into outer space. The love
that I had for you turned
into a ghostly depiction
diminishing into languid
lands, unsteady rhymes
disassembled, leaking
in groveling gutters, breathless
lyrics watered down,
sinking in darkened drains.