the grit
found its way
into everything,
until she was smooth,
until there was nothing but grey
roundness
like so many pebbles
rolling down the grassy incline
of childhood swallowed up in angry nights.
that dawn
hid from us perfectly,
but there was no sleep.
with lily eyes and patchwork breath,
we waited on the light that never came.
until you left
when I became cold stone.
melted my bones into cliff-face.

there is no light here.
I am crevice.
I am cold.