Through no fault of hers,
Her hands were fire
And her gaze was ice
Through no bad intentions
She watched me crumble under her fingers
Her soft hands scorched my skin
Through no rhyme or reason
Her smile was twisted
And her hand on my shoulder
Was enough to crush me

She stands alone.
She feels her universe fall apart at her feet, her second chance destroyed
The cracks in the floor taunt her, expanding and giving way to the stars.
She is falling apart, cracking and shattering under the pressure of space.
She misses him, misses the way he smiled easily and never failed to make her laugh
Without him everything feels hollow and empty,
Some days she can barely remind herself why she ever even tried
But then she remembers his warm eyes
He was beautiful, starry eyed and full of hope in the face of death
Maybe it was good he was gone, she would never have to see him break.
She would never have to see him shatter under the cold fingertips of the universe.
But in all truth perhaps the only reason he didn't crack when she did
Was that he was already in pieces.
Maybe they hung on for each other
Maybe they can let go now.
She looks at the world around her
She sees, for the first time the beauty he saw in everything
She smiles, bittersweet and tragic
She will die here,
He will die somewhere else.
Fine.

in the cool of the evening, He told her,
"there's an art to being still."
(she and the ribcage man choke on apple seeds and venom)

she guesses she didn't learn it soon enough.

"don't ever leave me."
she is small
and new
and can feel the sun on both sides when He smiles and traces constellations on her palm
and the wish is not selfish

not yet.

Hail falling like
Rocks
Weighed down by gravity
There and then
Gone
Melted on the ground
The same as the ones before it
I am hail
I am falling fast
Gravity pulling, wind
Blowing and
Praying I never
Melt