Pale Green

My world has been stained pale green.
The clear depths of the deep blue are now a shade of pale turquoise.
Amber light filters through the foliage,
into the hollow cavern that has replaced my heart.

Every blink flashes back with agony—
The memories claw their way to the back of my eyes,
Begging, demanding to be released from their confinement.

But the green I see is an impostor.
The green I see when I close my eyes is distant.
Oh, how I long for its warmth,
ache for the safety of its hold.

But these empty sockets I see through are far duller,
They bear nothing but a pickaxe,
Hacking away at the remains of the dying star in my chest.
Absence tore me in two,

and I will never find my other half again.
My blood thrums dully, an aching I've gotten used to.
A terrible vise-like emptiness squeezes my tired lungs --
fracturing me into pieces,

leaving only emotionless remains with nothing left but

Dread.