Cascade…

Crawl in my mouth, and fall back out in a waterfall of grief,
and create a river to the coffin of a friend.

At the edge, the phoenix king abruptly took me under his wing,
eyes bulging to the brink of busting.
From the pressure and heat, I pop and melt into disintegration,
And grow out of existence.

So, my cousin/god brother died, and I’m assuming this is my way of handling…
I need to find a better way.