My head has been up in the grey-clouded sky
mining for silver linings
collecting bits as thin as paper and sending them
to my heart like little love letters
folding them up into pretty origami figures
boats, birds, and butterflies
hoping he can continue conveying that he loves her
even though he never comes down

My heart gilded herself with his glittering gifts
optimism peeled from the bones of black storms
and soon, empty, she found herself alone
Always
No sliver of truth or falsehood, however bright, would grow
so much as a touch, or even a closeness might
and in her furnace, lit and stoked, bellows blowing, spewing smoke
she melted down the cover of her shell

From fire it grew, was poured, still hot, and as it cooled
from pool to block it realized it was two
A set of twins, mirror image blades of purest silver lining
pressed together, face to face, a simple pair of scissors
taken in her hands as she rose to meet him there
in the tempest sky, evil winds on hollow heart and head
she cut his hair and with it, all, and everything fell away
quietly fading like music slipping softly into the soul