Mourning Cursive - Oblivion

I spit out another piece of carnivorous cancerous lung & stub out the carrion embers of another cigarette as I watch her silhouette slink out from behind the curtains & out of view with a serpentine slither that sent shivers down my spine. I lost my breath. I felt my insides constricting. Felt my skin stretch tight across my cracking & fracturing rib bones & begin to separate, tearing my flesh on jagged split bones & then I shook the fear from my head & caught my breath. She was heaven & hell & my apocalypse. A beautiful rhythm of dissonance cutting into me with a cadaverous smile that spreads across her face so wickedly. She holds perfection in one hand & obsession in the other. She walked out of view, leaving me beneath the old oak tree that stood outside her window. I used to climb it when we were younger to sneak in and see her after the world went to sleep. I walked from beneath the sheltered shade of the tree & back into the acidic rain pouring down from ominous obsidian clouds & slowly felt my skin melting from my muscles & then my bones, leaving a trail of myself in the wake of my stumbling footsteps. My body will be a pile of ashes blowing thru the dark tangled strands of her hair when she looks outside. My death rattle trembles the air like thunderous downpour shaking her from the aching memories of her long dead friend who used to climb the tree outside of her window to see her when the world went to sleep.