Ours - 3/4

My vase is gone.

I no longer have the capacity to exist.

My tears soak the earth,

softening the dirt into mud,

mud into quicksand,

consuming the gems.

I plunge my hands deep into the mud,

desperately grasping for what is fleeting,

what I am losing

what is gone.

I begin to sink.

I cease to struggle.

I did this to myself.

I wanted more Earth

and now I will drown in it.