burns of the broken.

ever since i walked away

from the familiarity

of your mountains,

the sky hasn’t looked quite right.

come to mention it,

nothing has.

you see,

the trees have come alive,

their roots strangling me

in my sleep,

and the winter snow burns hot

against the ache

of this skin.

my love,

your mountains have flattened,

leaving me bewildered

before lonesome plains,

and my heart has flown away

leaving me vacant

and bitterly cold.

so as far as

those pools of memories

that etched themselves

into my skull,

i hope they drown you.