Pick Your Poison

the universe quivers in a puddle of its own urine, frightened

we shook ourselves apart, dear.
each of us twisted into splinters,
and the sound of our own screaming
took us by surprise.

falling apart at the seams,
and as gravity is consumed,
the sky pulls us out
into the last moments we shared.

i would cry with human eyes
and pull myself out of the shards
of tarnished mirrors and bloody shells,
mosaic of tetanus and infection,

but here it is without witness;
flesh combusted long before we implode.
the end is far more quiet
than it would have seemed from a distance.