Lonesome lips lapped stale air.
Feverish and delirious,
I dipped my quill into a cup of coffee.
fondled the strands of my hair.
The room crumbled,
and shriveling into a coffin.
I ripped open the envelopes of the window-frames.
You’ve left me
and this time,
I’m sure, you will not return.
In the sizzling furnace verses rose into flames
and the heart, dejected, continued to burn.
scattered ashes across the room.
With everything spinning out of proportion,
I fell to the floor
and the forlorn moon
pulled my tears like the tides of a storming ocean…