She left like a ghost
slipping out from behind satin robes,
quietly, so listfully,
crawling away,
leaving a trail of teardrops.

She's left this world
like a porcelain doll, still kept in her box,
but falling from the closet shelf,
fettered ankles wrestling
as her twisting veins turn suffocated-blue.

I'll miss her one day,
when I'm cowering in a corner
hugging in my knees to my breast
to keep demons from
******* out my heart.

I'll miss her when
my screams choke into silence
and veils drop over my pale eyes.
I miss her now
as this eerie emptiness
creeps into my stomach
like a lily-scented poison.