slip a cough drop between your lips
laugh and spew your lyrics
I wait by your side and gather
your hand in mine
What can you say?
I wait for a whisper
for a sun-bleached kiss
you pucker your lips
life has soured your heart and
your mind is bitter
gilded with narcissism
The corridor is cold
moss trodden on by rats
the wind cackles in our ears
says your skin is stretched
over a waning skeleton
I whimper
if I lose my head I lose my spine
and you crumple from the pain
the days are concluding
the illness is at its peak
I want to weep but I scold you instead
you must not fall on your knees
our roses have wilted
I cannot let you wilt with them
I may be strict but I am strong
lines blur into circles
the moon has hidden its ashen tears
I reach out to broaden your hope
to pluck at the stars
and tie them to your collar
the rope was thickly spiraled
the smell was one of rancid beauty
together we hold hands
falling from the golden boughs
of white powdered pine trees
spring is stale in the air
the clouds disintegrate
amber honey slurs our memories
the lump in your side
spreading infecting killing
the pale trodden hallways
robotic barbie dolls and
frankenstein and dracula and
gray whirring and stirring and waiting
for you to close your eyes
a steady drip
tube in your nose
and a straw in your arm
the room is quiet
the rug runs wet with saltwater
I wait beside you catching
your breaths
your random birds flying
from your delusional sunset
greeting me with cracks and burns
the world erupts with fire
beeping whirring stirring
you cry my name
I am here, I am there
I am every part of you
wait for me to crystallize
and by no doubt I will become
a stalagmite
I will stand by your bed
and keep my eyes locked on yours
until the beeping stops
the whirring halts
and static fills my ears
your breath deflates
I gingerly close your eyelids
I do not crystallize but instead
spill gemstones from my eyes
I am a woman who once made
a promise to her lover
that she would not leave his side
through journey grief or joy
my best friend is a gravestone
my child is a blade of grass
our wilted rose
its petals strewn
across the wind-blown lawn
my gaze is blank
I read the engraved words
a loving husband
an adored son
and the rain seeps
between the letters
my hair is limp
face unadorned
with lipstick powder gloss
my nails are black
so too have grown my thoughts
and the groundskeeper
bids me good morning
as he rearranges the roses
on the gravestone to
my left
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