Where the grief goes

Where does grief go

when it’s gone

maybe back to her

and her smile

oh, there it goes

again

*

I tried to

write the world

in a work

but I didn’t want

to get to the

end of creation

like this

without you hearing

about the beginning

of how I tried to do better

with this whole

only to slaughter

humanity here

with a guillotine

for a mirror

that reflects all interpretations

and lives

except the ones that lasted

after the swoosh

and an applause of arms

resting like never before

*

Slice the tips

of your fingers

before you write:

then either

do or die

and remember

that both are messy

but only one stops

you from being you –

that bleeding

crying

thing

that can create

something beautiful

if you press hard enough