Cursive letters spill
From my torn aorta
My open chest cavity
Leaks of rot
I\'ll chase this moment
Back with wine
And stand up
While my insides drop
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Like you couldn\'t stay
But where did you go?
I need an outlet for tonight
Moist eyes speak bounty of this woe
What came tomorrow
That we couldn\'t foresee?
Light before darkness
I elevate thee,
And release you
Of your misery.
-tirzah