what remains 

the sting and stink of possibility

a vacant room after the party

the flower rotting inwardly 

devours itself mid air

starting with its edges

i try to not feel bad

afterall this is the feast of circles

a snake eating its tail

no beginning no end

i am life 

and so are you

you are death

and so am i

but

this is also the hunger

and the ache leftover

when you eat a thing

you do not want