My Inventory

Written by: James Marshall Goff

She died of an overdose
Heroin, like spiderwebs
Separating millions of core-nerves

From reality-living neutral
Until coals revive blanc

Sorrows, child left behind
Awaiting distress

I found her flower etched
Jeans, in my office

I threw them into the trash
Her beauty crushed

What could have become?
What could have