Burning, scalding, searing rage,
hot like smelted ore.
curled up on the bathroom floor,
forming rivers and lakes through
strings of copper wire and bruised retinas.
Pure white fabric stained crimson,
desecrated, unclean, tainted;
flowing scarlet waterfalls,
liquid metal dripping down the curves
of ivory skin.
Sparkling ruby dewdrops
collect on blades of glass,
and marble tile,
and porcelain fountains.
No tears nor rain can wash away
the torment burrowed deep inside
the mutilated fibres
of exposed nerve endings
that send shock waves of
stabbing pain through the seams of my skull
and grey matter.
Parasitic thoughts infecting
the fractures of my mind,
infiltrating and replicating like a virus
with no antidote, no remedy, and no cure.
Glowing molten suffering
igniting fires along branches,
pathways and trails of glistening stars
reflected in the everglades of the sylvan forest.
Severing from the wretched entanglement
of my unrelenting existence;
the actuality, mortality, and reality of being–
shattered, broken, and abandoned,
wondering what I did this time
to make you disappear,
a mirage, a wraith haunting me,
as I mourn you in the constellations
of the southern sky,
and the loss
of my stolen essence.