A New Chapter

Lying

I can't go on, 

You're floating on 

bloody footprints. 

Lost in the darkness

of afterlife -

I can't go on, 

wash your hands 

and the scarlet mess

out of the porcelain sink; 

twirling down the drain

I can't go on,

I can't get to the light - through 

all of the explosions in my mind

memory is rending me apart:

strips of flesh in spectral hues 

grounded in the linoleum 

in your wake,  stretched and strewn.

I can't go on,

You're leaving bloody footprints

from the puddle of afterlife. 

I can't go on,

without you.