Death trap
Posted on: 26 April 2021
A bitterly cold day in Findhorn, Scotland.
Claws of grief
Tear out your bleeding heart
Punctured lungs. Gasping for breath.
Whole body crushed in the presence of death
It’s a white-knuckle ride
Accelerating
Heart-pounding passenger
In a hollowing vacuum of pain
There’s nowhere to hide
Tying myself in knots
Desperate to get it right
Strangled voices
In this car-smash-train-crash moment
In our head-on avoidance
Everything is destroyed
Debris of unspoken love
Scattered
In the wake
Of our separation.
