Entering Bereavement

Constant pulsating masses,
bring bile to a boil.

reality closes in,
hot, salty acid blurrs into a trickle.

Repulsive pounding causes a sway,
placid beauty is shaking.

Empty sacks gasp for meaning,
cavities crack and crumble in.

Dackered by a common notion,
whimsical erubescence flows--
a tainted honest tide.
Neurotic wails lacerate silk lining,
exposing cushy pales of pink and grey.