aftermath

heart on the floor
severed and pulpy
still beating
but for what

eyes turned crystal
liquid wrung out
still searching
but for what

mouth left agap
coarse and dry
still speaking
but for what

close mouth
look away
retrieve heart

turn inward
carry on

for what

dejection

fully bled and consumed

fingers suspended
so much white
scowling back
desiring to flow
coveting to express
affixed at the thought

scattered and shattered
forlorn and solitary
throughly petrified
blinded by discomposure

welcome the sensation
lessons surround
if you can heed
it's only transient
as all things are

anguish in its innumerable forms
torment and torture
naught but reverberation
over and again
life's malicious games

find the introduction
in the conclusion
paradox in the parable
nothing unfamiliar
nothing antiquated