sadness
burned through the
forest of my dreams
it left me
dry and devastated
homeless in the
ashes of bones and branches

sadness
snapped the spine that
left the altar
bruised
a wound that
bled of stones and
splinters

sadness
scarred the insides of
a lonely room
scraped the flesh off
young arms
sleeps with
blades beneath the blanket

sadness
is a whirlpool of
stomach aches
like a gunshot to
the gut
where the acid of
sickness and thoughts
goes to ruminate and destruct