Veiled whispers startle
my polluted soul and
from the shadows she
appears.
Her hollow words pierce
the wind like soaring birds
and whither tomorrow’s
fragrant bloom.

The room spins.

Sins unfold upon
cold satin sheets.

Death's ritual accomplished
she departs leaving my heart
an empty shell swelling with
despair.

The unholy loss
of yesterday's bliss
and tomorrow’s fragrant
innocence.