A loss of orbit,
Her gravitational forfeit;
She no longer greets the moon
The galaxies have strayed,
From her intravenous decay;
A mind no longer in this celestial room
She cries tears of river floods,
And cascading molten blood;
That ravage at her innermost core
Now wildstorms of polluted rain,
Course destruction within sorrowed veins;
Without
Her Sun,
My ******
Cannot Endure.
Little piece about a recovering addict dealing with the loss of her son and navigating the subsequent relapse. Have a few more pieces in the works around this story!