Death in my stomach

When the love between two people is gone, what are you left with?

It ended

with a fish and a cigarette.

 

It started with a love

settled down in my stomach

taking and giving

power

 

Today my stomach sickened

When I finally felt it was Dead

Over.

The life and excitement and touch

of another tells me that ours is dead

No feeling.

We call it friendship, when it is the absence of love.

Our wheel has stopped turning

The twisting of our path pulls and knots me

Our molding love makes me

sick,

that which is still

inside me.

 

He tells me

“Mi papa murió hace ocho días”

Dead

he no longer suffers. His spirit is free.

Could it be the same with the death of a love?

We must no longer suffer, each other,

but the love we created has spirit

Lives on.

 

I am nauseous.

Is it good or bad to burp?

 

The feeling trickles down and tickles me below

Our energy was so strong.

 

I start my period, today.

Reviews

[J3ssInJupit3r]

This poem is heart wrenching. It literally gave me chills when I read it. I don't know what type of music you listen to, and even if you don't listen to it, Red Ragtop is the song that I made a connection to with this poem. Thank you for sharing. I am sorry.

[J. K. Hannah]

Hi, thank you so much for the review. I'm checking out the song now- don't personally see the connection (though I