Monsters

And in this life
There is no meaning.
But the one I found today
A cloudy day, cold as monsters, fresh as breath
Bustling and shuffling along my life
And what it is that hurts you
What is the ache that aching spreads like dust
Which whispers upon
The futures and you try to
Shake and shake it off
This hurt that is too much.
The nothingness in all of us,
We acknowledge with
A smile-
A wink-
A missing life-
I know you hurt
No.
I know you die.
A little.
Each day.
From monsters, dust and pink peaches
Gasping at its innards
Spilling
From your mouth.