A code called. She races as the seas part
for her crossing. Reposed before her– rhythm without pulse,
fluid without flow, substance without life– is you.
as lines in your thigh penetrate a pump paralyzed, as tube between ashen lips thrusts into stagnant air.
Poison pushed into a heart
quivering, she watches as your chest rises
with the force of each counterfeit breath.
The symphony begins.
Thump Shock delivered. Strike through the breast. Voltage down your limbs. Buoyant, jerking, Each retort a life feigned by lightening.
Crunch Bones crush. The carol of ribs, a surrender to the fury
of each compression, quickens with her pounding heart. Each chord
a dissonant harmony.
Glazed are your eyes as they pulsate with the cadence of their dance. She looks at you. Pleads for you to return. Prays to the god she plays. But your eyes plead for something more.
Rivulets of sorrow meandering
down tear-stained skin. “Keep her comfortable
until it’s time.” Simple words-
of eternal reminder within.
Guiding her through the threshold
into the chill, shudders
of realization emerge. You survey
the molting trees, their arid leaves embellishing her hair like fragments of woven rhinestones. As if they weep for her. As if even the ambiances of ages past are beseeching
her not to leave.
Soon arrives the Foehn, holding you within its warm embrace. Its breaths, whispering lines of truth, sculpt a bittersweet tune as they herald the evening’s arrival. You understand.
Cloaked by lyrics of singing ivy, her expression calms, your fears dissolve. Consoled by a draft possessive, you cradle her through the darkness and follow her toward the seraph’s call into the fold of midnight slumber.
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