here I sit on a sticky carpet
black with blood
spilled from my heart
after you slit your wrists
it was my lungs that drowned
in the brine that poured
from my besotted eyes
when you walked into the sea
my tongue that gagged and choked
my heart that raced, then stopped
when you kicked the chair
and swung the rope
when you inhaled the fumes
and shut your eyes
against existence
it was my reality that broke
when—in infidelity—you kissed
the barrel and let it ejaculate
its load into your mouth,
it was my sanity that exploded
Beloved, I’m sure your venture led to peace,
for here—now that you are gone—
none remains, but the decay
of this colossal Wreck
... Sanko Lewis
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