Cool, icy, skin
The body is still, still
“Wake, wake”, their voices cry
The child does not move
He stares at the tear tracks staining her skin
Reaches out a hand
Eyes snap open
She is stone
He cries too, touches her hand
She is cold
Whispers echo in the night
Silvery scars glimmer
She is free
He is lost
They were love
She was broken, he made her whole
Not a single word can fix her
She flies away on golden wings
A sunset painted from blood
The inkstains that make night
fill his head with stars
Diamonds and paper flowers
cover her hair like a crown
He is empty
Later, she is gone
He finds glinting silver
Fills a bathtub with warm water
Sinking, down, down, down
Razors flash, once
twice
three times, the charm
“Wake, wake” his ghosts cry
She is gone
Water runs pink
He is too
