Hold me while I crumble

Like sculptor holding his favorite piece together

Watch as my ashen hands rake through

the black fields of Asphodel.

My normal soul leaching and reaching out, waiting for its moment.

What a fool you are to hold onto me.

You beautiful fool.

Your strength useless against the pull of the underworld,

the reaper sliding its hands into mine, 

insistently pulling.

Your eyes are glittering, Love,

remorseangerpainresentment

all there.

I want to stay.

I want to stay so bad. 

I’d give up all my fingers,

all my toes,

my eyes, mouth, body

all yours.

I can’t though.

I can only feel your warm arms around me,

your beating heart,

smell your sweet cinnamon scent,

and wait for the moment when my stuttering 

flickering 

fire

is extinguished.