Untitled (second in the series)

Sorrow is a bucket in the sky
designed to pour tears
that land on my face
slice my cheekbones
water Kaylee’s grave.

This is not a walk in a meadow,
a stroll in the park to remember.
It is a knife, a scream rendered
that pierces a bloody tear, removal.

Fuck detachment, grief laid out clean
no blood, embalmed distance.