pearls of grief

head is tight and

stomach sick

and pretty flowers

lay and drip

and drip

and crawl

and bend

and bawl

and scream

and tight

is my head.

long night,

long day,

longer night,

longer day,

and i do not live,

yet simply exist,

i am there,

but not here,

i am everywhere

but here,

i am nowhere

i should be

and i consume

the pearls of grief.