My Only Poem is One of Broken Words

My Only Poem is One of Broken Words (1 November 2016)My only poem is one of broken words. It eats your heart and leaves a hole for bleeding. It steals a breath from every breath you take.

My only poem is open strands of meaning. It leaves a ringing in your ears you might believe is music. It rises out of muck to cry a call to chase.

My only poem is wanting over having. It is a grasp—as firm as steel—of air. It aches for aching and hates to ache for hate.

My only poem is all you're ever losing. It opens like a yawning sinkhole's sinking. It reaches for your slender wrists and plummets.

My only poem is what I'll never haven't. It takes away whatever hope you need. It slits the throat of thoughts of pretty flowers.

ecr. l'inf.