I Grieve

I grieve you
The you I fell in love with
The you who glowed when you laughed
The you who loved me for loving your vulnerability

You are not dead
But you are gone
No hope or prayer or wishing will bring you back

I can’t help but want to see you again
Beneath the monster who wears your skin
The one who ate away the soul of you over long years

If I hear you
I know it is not you
It is an echo of you
A remnant used by the monster to try to lure me back

I’m sorry I couldn’t save you
I watched you struggle to save yourself but the monster won
Drowned you in anger, hurt, bitterness, and addiction
Consumed you from the inside out

I grieve you
I grieve my hope for you
For us
For our family

I grieve the dream turned nightmare
I grieve the loss of myself in the torrent of your disease
I loved you
I lost you
I’m sorry

-gws

Devouring

Black walls splashed with red light
Black pedestals shoot up from the floor
Every odd stalagmite topped with dark tributes
Each a void
A violent event horizon
Containing a blackness so deep
The minimal luminescence of the room
Feels blinding by comparison

Like calls to like
The black hole I hold
The emptiness that inhabits the center of me
Demands it’s recompense
Otherworldly hunger crawls up my throat
Forcing my chest to expand as I open wide my jaw
I inhale deeply
Tears stream
The void within me begins to consume
Every point of absence in the room

Monuments yield their hollow prizes to me
Each devouring punctuated by a scream
Inhale a void
Exhale a scream
Until there are only walls
Red light
And echoing screams

-gws

Silenced

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Words stolen from my throat before my mouth gives them shape and purpose

Volumptous thoughts sucked dry of all of their sweet volume like withered grapes on the vine

Black storm clouds ripple my calm waters, sending me reeling with frustration

Being asked to be less

Say less

Need less

Take less space

I am twisted, muted, and bound inside myself

Trying to survive loving you

With your barbed wire, landmines, arrows, blades, and poisons

Maybe one day you’ll stop listening to your own voice long enough to hear mine

Or all you will hear is the silence that signifies my absence

-gws