Adelaide Miller

You’re gone,
	down a road I bruised myself to follow.
I am left to count the footprints,
	as I stumble through the cold.
Suffocating on your promises,
	our melody unfinished. 
The pomegranate seed secrets
	imprinted your silver tongue.
Through our hazy fervor
	we sought an oasis in a mirage.

Our love was a well
	in a desert of apathy.
And the wind churned our bodies
	as the darkness claimed our souls.
Tumbleweeds too naive to realize
	our touch left blisters.
This scorching blemish-
on the firewood of desire.
And we, a gathering storm,
	fell into tumultuous intensity 

I heard the thunder in raging clouds-
	rain trailing from pink tinged eyes.
And the dew left on your skin
	in the welcoming of Spring.
But iron shavings seized her youth
	and pulled her down to Hades.
As underground roots decayed,
	that pollutant buried us. 
In a coffin of detritus
	a construct of devotion.

Oh, hear, my love!
	you called to me.
But calamity awaited 
	in misfortune’s mistress.
I am hollowed anguish,
	this desolate echo.
A glutinous twisting of flesh,
	tender as we collided. 
Pass the Ferryman his fee
	as the worms feast on our bones.