Like bile,

the betrayal burns

up my throat.

I see the usual mess

spread out again

before my eyes;

the bitter buffet,

remnants of another attempt

to revive the dead.

 

Another door closes

silently before me.

Something more dies within.

Another sliver of my heart

is locked away

in another silver box.

 

The ground tilts again,

ever so slightly,

how long has it been

since it felt level,

steady?

 

I stare,

once more,

at the door now closed,

and with a sigh,

I turn away.

 

 

04-05-18