Emptiness

The tip of God’s thumb

Took a detour from Heaven,

From mending the strings

On the ceremonious harps

And lifting angels to the heights

Of infinity

To come down and crush her.

With one single, irrelevant,

Irreversible swipe of indifference

Her glass palace world

Shatters by the sounds

Of His trumpets.

 

She can still feel

These remnant shards of broken glass

When she cradles her vacant stomach.

And the jaeger tears

She bats behind her soulless eyes

Serve as a constant reminder

Of how she must have done something

To deserve this