Grief

grief struck me like a lightning bolt the anguish thundered in my gut, tasting the sting of it's acid decimating my throat you were never a nice man, your habits ate away at my bones. my skin has been desolate of adoration, my heart barren of pulses but when you allowed the sickness to overcome your wit, i became your carer again, i was able to caress your skin, you wash your pores of bad i was necessary for you, you howled for me. my palm engulfed your fingertips while you were lowered to rot in the ground. i wake up every morning with a kick in the teeth, blood swelling in my temples. remembering your last words to me, ‘words mean nothing when i can feel your heart in mine'