she is everything

when she's not here.

she touches all and burns all,

and all that lingers is the scent

of carbonized flowers.

she is everything.

she is here

and everything is nothing

you've drowned her too,

where once was wild fire

now is just fissured charcoal.

dirty.

her everything was too little

for the enemy of life in you.

all that remains is black fingerprints

on the white sheets

that you'll just throw away.

she is nothing.