Alone-back coiled like a thorny, pale snail

Waiting for the tomb to finish consuming

My expectations, eyes marking a bloody trail

Limbs twitching yet dying, fungi blooming.

She is all gone. Miles of shiny legs and oily

Hair. Eyelashes made of dove feathers done.

Colors expired. My Jezebel. Curls inky and coily

Will no longer heat the marrow of my bones.

Yesterday, I found soup you left in the icebox

Ablaze it was upon my spoon melting my palate

Abscesses and ulcers formed there- a mouth of pox

Trials of miserable Job I endured, sealing my own fate

I take up my cross and head for resurrection

I feel happy about another soul connection