119 – Gone

The cracks were small
But they hurt the same.
A whole life fishing
For appreciation
Had finally taken
Its toll.

Years over years
Of good behavior
With nothing to show
But a broken heart
And a crumbling cocoon
Of restraint.

The rumbling sound
Of a v-twin engine
Cut thru the pain
Of the last falling pieces
Like a white-hot knife.

Heaven had been
A long, boring nightmare.

He was finally ready
For hell.