Sick to my stomach
trippin on your vomit,
behavior, and lies.

How do you sleep at night
while

She drank whiskey.
Lucky me.
Now I can probe her,
and drag her through
the dirt.
Now I can

Just two seconds.
That's all it took.
Her daily, upended.
Her world, shook.
And now she will

Within the sound of a
thousand laughters,
all I can hear is your breathing.
Through blankets

The last word lies with me.
In my casket of phonetics,
it drips from
my worm-encrusted tongue.

The day she died,
it seemed the air
reached in and choked me.
The grass shriveled
and blue sky