This week arrives
Like heat on ice
The impact of my heart disintegrating
It weakens and remains solemn
I miss you sweetie
And the miss within is raging
Its teeth are cutting
Its fangs are slashing
Its eyes are stinging
Its throat is a compilation of rocks
Stuck on memories
To force a stop
Don’t tell me to capture the moments
The miss is still angry
Remembering craddling her lifeless daughter
Is that what you want me to see?
Years later
The miss is sicker than ever
Oh no!
The aftershock of disaster
Rolling through my busted structure
Why why why…
It’s maddening, I’ll never know
I just float in this miss
Covering and curling me in
Losing my daughter
Losing my skin
Souldier Girl 