clenching.

i make out

your shadow

in the distance

i feel you

in my stomach

trench

it hollows

with the sound

of your

name

a ghost

of purple

flowers

softened

and milked

of appetite

pounded into

the steel of cement

i can smell

you

the rancid

rotting of

a life

the fear crawling

your veins

with 

old news

old faces

old strange

pretending

To Smile

how heavy

are your feet?

how free?