The horrible sounds,
of master padlocks
fastening, click,
sealing out a former love.

Floating in my sorrow,
bobbing along in pain,
a memory trapped,
in a glass bottle,
and the sound of broken wings.

Rotting love's flesh in a circle,
revealing the truth underneath,
devoured by your injected venom.

My feelings congealed,
and oozed to the lowest point,
where I waited to be splashed,
into a thousand drops.