Cut like shrapnel,
Were buried in blood,
Her words, so subtle,
Plain, ordinary as air,
Snuffing out life, painting
Oblivion, colours smeared
Into black and off whites,
Cursory as lept dark wings
Fluttering in chaos, fleeing
Like crows and loud noises
Out in the open in blister of dark
Sun and threatens and oft wills
Of rain in the grey, scratch clouds
Always hovering, she proffered a word,
Implied so simply, with eyes askew,
But, love died in bodies drained,
Words that broke with bleeds
Under skin, under cold sheets
Red as ****** undertakers wall,
Leading to solids, wisps, no things,
Stark and only as tombs of stone.