black river rising

 
 
 
 
I don't know what  
will save
us
 
I don't know what
CAN save
us...

maybe nothing
can save us
at all
 
that morning you  
weren't sitting
next to
me
 
the air grew bitter  
and heavy
on my
skin
 
words turned to
ricin in my
throat
 
the sounds of your absence as  
silent as footsteps on my  
grave
 
leaving my heart a stone to
be cast into the deepest  
part of a black  
river