Pheonix

My dying soul

sheds its skin of

-the past

I shake my aggression,

my vengence, my pain

all to the floor

Along with the images of 

You. 

My cacoon falls, dried out

and shattering, to the 

ever-engulfing emptiness

of the cold, hard, tile flooring.

Like a pheonix, my soul

It burns away 

to Nothing. 

Your snapshot of my soul lasts,

only, with you. 

I am, 

       Now,

                Anew.