"Don't come any closer" she said
pulling a sliver from her heart,
the one she kept on her filament wrist
hand upraised, shaking but sure
a pinprick of light glinting in her fist
matching the spark shining through the hole
once filled with an object sharper than her pain
pull them out so you can forget
so you can remember
what it's like to breathe
what it's like to cast yourself
like the night sky
she lunged, a streak in the dark
everything roiled in a chaotic ink
except a twinkle one could balance
on the tip of a needle