her heart is a sickly sweet tangle
between the hollow rib-cage
the hint of blue
on her sunken cheeks
(as if the morgue forgot the blush)
spilled guts on the dissection table, a lasting memory in words
the wilting roses
petals brushing against
her sugar-spun skin when
she'd asked for dandelions
her hair choppy and epilated
from her cranium. a thud
and my eyes are falling for another matter.
a shiver
and her hand is on my shoulder. i'm gliding
with her to love: Hades.
