By the time these eyes grow quiet
They will speak of her concrete lungs
Mistaken sickness
Crumbling forgiveness as we mourn the struggle
Sonnets of such desperation
Pillars of passion melted to liquid silk
Devoured by precious creation
Fathom these damaged voids
With a jagged prose
Hungering breaths
Foolish
Monstrous
Kidnapped composure
Restless with trembling intention
Collected to a stillborn resonance
Discarded with shadowed reform