IV

black sunflowers.

the scent triggers the memory and the room spins

loss of stabilisation and my face hits the floor

the blood, the tears- begin to spill across the floor.

you held me so close

and kept me so far out of reach.

you had it both ways while i had none.

long after the 

fireworks and thunderstorms,

the forever-night sky

is cold and silent as death.

-e