I am
loosing memories
in drops of rain
in specks of dust
in shots of gin
abandoned on the floor
strangling words
that come uncalled
until veins pop blue
and eyes bloom crimson
memories that are
people who are not
emptying me out
silently
mercilessly
obsessively
I am
loosing me
and found I'm not
YOU ARE READING
When angels fall
PoetryA book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness
