BURNING THE 7th CIRCLE

All five horizons revolved around her soul, as the earth to the sun. Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn. And all I taught her was everything. I know she gave me all that she wore.

And now my bitter hands shade beneath the clouds of what was everything. All the pictures have all been washed in black. Tattooed, everyday.

Words from my youth feel old. Into the flood again. Same old trip I made back then. I see it wash again.

Don't you die or justify.