Worst Case Scenario

 If i cannot love you,

i fear i will never love anything again.

Neither woman, nor life, nor the gods.

You will seep out of my heart

to the edges of my existence

until all that remains is void.

My empty hands will pant and scream,

pale white sickness,

weak with loss,

solace rippling into the thick heat like a mirage.

And fate mocking me,

watching me bleed you from every pore

and die with the echo of your breath ricocheting through my veins.