Holes

Shot One
knicks me right in the forhead,
gets my mind like
the vacancy of goodnight kisses
and it spills my thoughts all over me.
Unsaid words and undone actions
pour out of my brain
spilling on my face
dripping down over my eye
dribbling over my lips
off of my chin
covering your face and my own
in hot, wet
thought.

Shot Two
quakes my body like a hurricane
punching my physical heart
making me understand that
singular, selective pain
of the spiny words 'i love you' as
they fall from your mouth,
and it breaks my bones like
tension breaks gazes,
implodes like stars
and allows my rib cage to knife into
my center and tear the red meat
like God's comet of a sewing needle
tears the fabric of space.
I am brought to my knees as

Shot Three
vacuums the wind out of me,
captures my breathe like a
tiger caught by the toe, like a
firefly drawn into a glass jar
that tumbles down a mountain
of superficial wishes,
skewering the air out of my lungs
rocking me back,
taking the torch from the temple
blowing out the candles that lit the way
for so long and as I accept the darkness
I can't help but to look.
Look for your eyes,
the two beacons of hope that
held me in times like this

Shot Four
is when I realize
your eyes aren't there.
I'm going to die alone