distant pollen
The plains stretch wide beneath dead sky,
Dry winds below where ashes lie.
I wait within the hollow frame,
A house that barely speaks my name.
The rain comes down in heavy sheets,
Cold water floods the broken streets.
I wait beneath the rotting beams,
A house gone soft along the seams.
You step inside my hollow tomb,
Past choking dust and silent rooms.
My eyes watch faintly from the dark,
A dying glow, a fading spark.
You step inside my flooded grave,
Past swollen walls the mold has claimed.
My eyes stare dimly through the rot,
A fading thing that time forgot.
You find my body far below,
A heap of bones in ember glow.
You know this shape. You know this end.
You killed me once. You came again.
You find my body cold and pale,
Waterlogged skin and fractured nails.
You know this shape. You know this face.
You left me here to slowly waste.
The door slams shut. I strike the flame.
The stairway roars and speaks your name.
The fire climbs with hungry breath,
A vow of love transformed to death.
The door locks tight. The water climbs.
It fills your lungs in little tides.
The sorrow swells beyond control,
A grieving sea without a shore.
You run to me through smoke and heat,
As burning boards collapse beneath.
The world ignites in searing light,
And still I hold you through the night.
You reach for me through rising waves,
Through water thick as flooded graves.
My swollen hands pull yours beneath,
And drag you softly toward the deep.
I kill you. You kill me.
Again again relentlessly.
But even now my heart stays bright—
I burn with love into the night.
I kill you. You kill me.
Again again beneath the sea.
But even now I let you hear
The grief I buried year by year.
The house collapses into flame,
A monument without a name.
And in the ash my final breath
Still calls for you through choking death.
The basement splits beneath the tide,
The sea consumes what waits inside.
And in the deep I hold you tight,
No longer drowned beyond your sight.
