it has
been
clutching
at the
heart
for days
now.
the temperatures
of the day
and the
clouded
shuddering sky
bring everything
back.
there is no
story to
tell,
if we
try too hard,
we ruin
beauty.
if we
do not try
hard enough,
beauty dies
of neglect.

feel its
claws,
feel them grip
and reduce
you.
it is lost.
feel that in
the pit of
your stomach.
in that fetid
belly of
the beast.
a thousand
disappointments,
a thousand
worms turning,
twisting.

there is
noting to say,
there is
no one to
listen.