Break Ups

...and the black ice that follows

Break Ups


they taste
like, like
a rigid sword
down your throat
into your stomach
and it turned backwards
into your mind
squishing through your soul
like a wordless thought
and back out your stomach
twisting like a ribbon
into the other side of your throat
and straight to your brain
that ripped a hole out of your chest
and plummets through the soft mud of your death bed
as your bodily fluids seep away from you
to become your body preservatives at this grave
freshly unearthed as you fall backwards into it
snap your neck
then fall asleep
with your tears staining your cheeks
but yet so much more