last surge of kimberly yates

By Boris Salvador Ingles

you’ve return again
clawing your memory
onto ash latent bones

your voice caught
in webbing limbs
of dead branches

your lingering smile
rustles through
fallen leaves

i taste your scent
alongside the mist

the sweet saccharine
i drank myself
silly on

only now
you are shaped
w/ memory
& tremor

& leaving you
in the nakedness of silence
has left me exposed
wallowing in mulch-mud

even now
in my smallest hour
w/dust gnawing my corpse

it is you
who has me
rotting away