Where Lovers Lie

Lovers lie

in the deep hollows

that form between each other

before they become the chasms of loneliness

that stretch across aeons.

I’ve forgotten how to stretch back to a time

where I was myself

without referring to you.

Bullets explode from your mouth

and pierce my soul.

Foul blood flows from my veins

onto the carpet stain.

The wasps stop their buzzing

to see what the commotion is about.

The black hole turns in on itself.

You’ve killed another argument

with your so-called love.

These implosions will be the death of me.

Slowly. Surely.

There was a time when I thought the stars shone for you.

Now, I know your appetite.

You are back to Black

and it is Death.