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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'

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