The Red Storm

The dark skies in my heart, have no balance, without the storm in which you created.
The earth below, covered in a red glow, that is the after breath of my broken heart.
Solemn is the air in which your name is carried, on the breath of darkness, I hear Ashe Renee, day after day.
The next inhale, might bring certain death, oxygen, like love, has burned out.
Left with the vacuum of your absence, drunk now on absinthe, green the river of life flows through me.
Night swept hallucinations, night sweat exaltations, arise the wormwood, alert and forbearance.
Fatuous illusion, liquid delusion the only verity in this; is the very clarity that without you, I have become more.

Ashe Renee, Portland Oregon