A reason from her vanished today.
The last of leftover care, lost its way.
The warmth of the past on her skin is now cold;
Her thumping heart, now propelled out and sold.
What is existent is but a void-
A scar, a chastened mind, a body: coiled,
A prayer mat folded, the bed sheet crumpled,
A tear stain she washed and washed and stumbled,
The smell of sweat the touch of grease in her hair,
The savor of tobacco squandered, she swears.
It’s 04:00 am, the hate chokes the darling in a comatose.
It’s 04:00 am: all she can envisage is a pen, you and endless prose.
Contemplating. Debating argues in her head
Peacefully, that’s where she murdered you instead:
Gracefully, she trudges your body into her heart
Patiently, she waits, she wonders if you still ignite the spark
Adroitly, she cleans away the trails of blood you leave
Washes away any evidence perceived.