What do I feel?
Can even the wordsmith
ply his craft cleverly
enough to describe this?
I imagine this is what
it feels like to be shot
center mass, point blank,
emotional ten ring.
Savage, penetrating trauma,
liquefying the innermost reaches
of all that was once so bright,
and full of hope, love, tenderness.
The remnant expelled
with brutal disregard
upon the walls of this home
which was once ours.
All that remains in your wake,
effluvial portrait of heartbreak
on cold white.
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