Porcelain and I

Beads of sweat POPPED glistening
In radiance, dampness clung,
Sheen of soiled perspiration
Like dark skies blanket, mourning.
Giddy head sways in waves of foreboding,
Weighty vice crushing skull bones
SNAP
Splinters sharply cradle of mind
Dumb founded in denial, rumbled.

Grumbling of depths within, groaning
Straining, bony frame collapsing
On knees scarred to rest, across
Porcelain cold, grip knuckles
CRACK
Heaving contents of a love known
SPLATtering, smashing, slicing
Through still, tainted water,
SLAMS hitting all sides, speckles.
No pretty colours gather,
Slides in death descent down,
Wallowing in self pity sinks.
Betrayal of a water bowl
All those floating dreams.
Just goes to show nothing is real

Once rich, digested deep, now
Rests swimming at the
Bottom of white, mingling
With nurture spent, all goodness
Spewed forth, flushed out in descent,
To sewer of stale foul content,
While breaking heart sighs
At life’s little event,
SOBS
Something so whole now lies
SMASHED
In the bottom of a white bowl, exorcising,
Relieving fear, pain, sorrow, all crushing
Deceit, departed stomach empty,
All is empty.
As dreams come to a close.