(no subject)
She claimed a loss was needed that night,
& so a cry was heard
across the state of lucidity she had inhabited
all her life.
This innocence affected strangers
in the it bled from her body
to nest in the cracks of sidewalks
where it then
wafted up to melt into their clothes and hair.
Her loss was a gesture of respect,
a gift for the good of you
she pacifies the gods.
For in the face of their anger,
as you know, it's possible
to lose yourself.
But she loves you,
and so she hands it back.
And you can never hand back
the way she committed herself to saving you,
you will carry her submission to your grave
and even in death, she will be one less.
& so a cry was heard
across the state of lucidity she had inhabited
all her life.
This innocence affected strangers
in the it bled from her body
to nest in the cracks of sidewalks
where it then
wafted up to melt into their clothes and hair.
Her loss was a gesture of respect,
a gift for the good of you
she pacifies the gods.
For in the face of their anger,
as you know, it's possible
to lose yourself.
But she loves you,
and so she hands it back.
And you can never hand back
the way she committed herself to saving you,
you will carry her submission to your grave
and even in death, she will be one less.