Chaos capable

I ran from you. Part me, part God.
Up into the trees. To the cobwebs in my head.
Waiting for you to shake the branches.
In your wisdom you never did.
You never changed. You didn’t have to.
Let me taste the death on my own.
Licking the love clean till the stone showed.
Hard as nails now.
Cracking under strain. Splitting at the seams. I dissolve.
Struggling to integrate, bypass and subjugate any longer.
You let it wash over you like ash. My chaotic waves as you disappear into the horizon.
Like an apparition, you drift into the fog, never looking back.
Like a mourner I remain, chained to our remains.
Wound licking, account ticking. Marking off any acceptable losses.
Coming up empty.
Your black grave opened up, and I dove in.
Canned chaos and tears. Forever lamenting.

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