she is fragile

like the corpse of a broken window

blood weeps down her skin

like a grim crescendo

her chest swells, violently

with the poverty of oxygen

“thank you for blinding me

to your timid confidence”

her small song is drowned

in terrible serenity

“where did I go wrong

all I wanted was security”

he plays the piano tenderly

while her heart begins to sever,

she

lay ever so gently in this sick memory

a beautifully tragic reverie

she lay painfully,

he played shamelessly

dryness of once aqueous veins

sliced laconically

he says,

“see how she lay beautifully”

delicate tragedy

maniacal rhapsody

disappearing loving light of dawn

like her last breath

gone