Photo by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen

She Left Me

felt like dried brown leaves do
springtime, dropped from social
circles, status grounded
like pepper spikes sun fried

rejected by text, its
message noisy cracking
like whips in an empty
room, unrelenting loops

discarded like spoiled milk,
nose upturned and puckered,
handled like wrapped sarin,
tipped toes and finger tips

home wrecked, brushed aside like
it were a spiders web,
unhooked connecting links
to parachute, strings cut

watching the colors drain,
my world bleached, sanitized,
a vivid palette washed
until ashes and dust