Sweet creature,
your wasting away.
Did you sleep?
Or did you die then?
Did you sink into his heart?
or dissolve completely?
Rejected, you are caught;
tangled in his hair.
And although grief
has unlocked your throat,
you are no louder than
the milky chatter of pearls.
So let Karma twist your body
however he likes,
May his greedy blue eyes
protect you.