celestial tragedies

you sure

made sure

your face was burned

into my sad,

chemically imbalanced brain,

didn’t you?

is there such a thing as a

moon burn?

scarred skin

from basking in your darkness.

Demeter brought me back

to earth, you see,

and I left you kicking

and screaming-

not that you cared,

O Holy Darkness,

Ruler of the dead.

now

when I close my eyes,

that burn seems to have

seeped, permeated

much further-

into the mind

resides your face.

a sea of haunting.