How it Ends for Me

A small

rip,

then a little

tear,

and then another,

and the next thing I know

shredded

bits

go flying through

the air,

like a blizzard

of blood

kicking up ragged bits

of my obliterated

heart.

 

There is something

almost magical

in the

horror

and the beauty

of the remnants of my soul

as they lazily drift

to the ground

in sharply defined

stillness,

one so still,

even Echo herself

has fled.

 

The screams are gone now,

as are the tears;

I can find no more

inside me,

just a hazy maroon

sunset

of blood in light

fading into the darkness,

and the smell of

rot.

6-14-18