Black water, still water, cold water

An Ophelia in male form


When you came that day
White as marble, but soft as snow

I think a little part of me died



I know a little piece of me broke



36 hours of waiting, watching the clock creep


Poking and prodding, my body an open map


Who would have thought that that which had nourished you would have almost been your demise?


The human body is strong, but the human body is fragile



And so we found out that day when we got to meet our Pegasus with broken wings





Our little almost-ghost