It hit me like a punch, like a pang
like a Picasso.
Propelling me forward
It dropped me like a whoosh, like
a wallop. A whipped, walloped
and held me on the floor whilst I
bled out beautifully.
It left me. Left me right there
right down in the blood and the
piss and the putrid vomit.
The beauty became black
and never came back but It –
It bore into bones.
and made a home there.