By Star of David
Date: 2019 Jul 31
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what loss tastes like

tea mixed with regret
spent bullets in the dust
knives sliding across the tongue
blood on metal

the scent of you
in the mornings
after you've spent yourself
on someone else

an emptiness too vast to fill
except with every last drop
of your blood

screaming with no sound
a steady drowning
slowly and then all at once
catching fire

the cold ashes
of everyone you've ever loved
perfume sprayed
on the inside of your wrist

a dead body floating on water
buffeted by waves
forever rising
to look at you