On the dark floor i lay exposed,
my body benumbed as if on a winter night,veins popped out thumping in sync with the heart.
The moon a testimony to my heartbrokeness
as i cry my orbs that were in the good old days pure as a white carnation blossom,now like ichor.
A muted cry,
but why does the room resonate like a keening dwelling??
it is the rise of peace as sorrow and anguish trickle down my bubble like cheeks.