If her bones are the sand,
Then he is the breeze - so,
What’s to be done when
She’s sifted to nullity?
A soul full of so much poetry;
She’s off, softly drifting to
Another faraway sea~

So it is, this silent dance of seasons.
I seem to bud in morning dew of spring,
New and hopeful of what it might bring;
I dance among the fireflies in summer,
Drunk on promises none have even given.
Autumn comes calling as a hangover falls;
Fog sets in as the chill reaches my bones.
With winter I am numb to all I have known.
Cold and dead, full of nothing but stone.

So shall I grow you, my new little seed?
Will you sprout your roots into my skin;
Shimmy too and fro with summer’s song?
Will you wither as the weather bends,
And leave me bleeding by winter’s end?

I steal the breath from your lips;
I kiss your chest and listen to the
heartbeat. I told you not to run,
You cannot escape, my little one.
I am the chasm inside your soul;
I am the only love you’ll ever know.

I saw a tall man shatter
A mirror. Memories fell
Like snow, so cold now.

I felt as he cut deep into
His doll with the pieces.
“Slowly now - not too hard”

I watched as my blood
Dripped over the face
Reflected in the shards.