Because Anger Does Not Follow A Clock

And I will shed
tears like stars,
pasting them across the sky
so that you can witness
the agony
you caused.

And I will cloak
these limbs in wrath,
until they dust this earth
in ash,
burning myself
into the soil
beneath the heart of trust.

Time has scoured
Centuries of seconds,
piling moments
in its hands
before crushing them.
They exist still,
fragmented in a grip
that time ignores
but does not erase.