Beautifully composed
I sit and wallow
In the absence of you
The painfully cold air that consumes me
Surrounds my every thought and movement

With every glance I am rewarded a lash
To my back
To my heart
In my gut
My eyes
My throat

Consumes me whole until I myself become the weapon
And I start to lash on my own time with my own reasons

And I don’t need to see you anymore
Because your presence stings for a while
Like an phantom limb