Grief is an irrational emotion

The <3 breaks into a million Reese’s pieces

Hard shell subtly cracking, insides turn

into a tasty, pasty, soluble goop

Juicy salt gems, blurring this new world

Softly squirting from the corners

mixing with black liner

dripping, drying, rinsed and twirled

Dehydrated cake drops

decreasing as the days rush by

salty pieces become sweet again

but sleep

she only comes when twisted

into a sob or a smile.