Still in disbelief
And the aftershock refuses to hit me square in the chest
There’s a hypodermic twitch to the beat penetrating my heart
And where’s the relief?
A slow draw of air into a radiation-bleached lung
And time takes a pause as you notice the life leaking
Like blood oozing out of temporally stitched body
If I were to open my mouth
A scream might come sneaking out
The shrieking that would eminate from my trembling larynx
A loving lie to cover the truth of my emptiness
And if I’m being honest?
I’m done with this.