make her
she lies incomplete

lies on the floor
somewhat butchered
but her eyes remain
daggers lit in
sunlight
but her face trembles
as a mirror i avoided
for two years while
i was dead

not dead
as i'd thought
but dreamed with
dusty morning eyes but
at night
with limbs thinner and
black
hiding shadows under
footsteps
heard in
the tunnels
she left

before me
pressed deep in
the eyes a
soft grandeur
in black ovals
where
i died as well again
and will die
for awhile

i dreamed
of rickety towers descending
downwards through
land
until able to
be jumped on
and awoken with
raucous stomps