I remember her nails
bitten down to the quick
I remember how
each orchid bloomed
from her collarbones
and came up till her head
I remember her steel made hair
with current flowing through every strand
I remember her black witch nails
with which she pealed layers of her skin
till she could see her gold and silver bones
I remember how she pulled out her cornea
and got a crescent shaped stitch on her pupil
I Remember how she burnt herself in that cafe next door
and her ashes flew through the entire town
But,
no city
no building,
no orchid ,
no gold,
no town,
no ocean
  remembers her.