Sitting in a tear drop.

Spitting out pieces 

of love congealed

dripping to the floor

swirling....

in pools of tears

consumed in sadness,

coloured red,

the heart cracks

on shattered bones,

once the foundation

of love now broken;

the kiss of death scorches, 

those succumbing

to the pain enduring needles, 

a signature of acid burning

into the depths of

that last goodbye....

and I thought the dentist was bad.