the loss

it grumbles at first,
fingers flicking without the knuckle’s budge.
bones which rub along each other flaying a spark.

the muscles churn with fire,
a compulsive slog swaying in the throat;
a curdled phlegm building the crescendo.

the come down paying dividends in the exhaustive blow
what comes now, sitting on the table before what once held

body been exorcised
bellow been burst.