Her open mouth screams silent tears,
gasping sobs tear her body into pieces that
float above her, waiting to be sewn back together
One thread drawing them tight and snug again,
a sweater she can thrust her arms into gladly,
wrapping warmth around her icy bare branches.
Inside her, alien flesh pricks with tiny knives,
razors opening sealed wounds that cry scaly tears
and glue their eyes tight shut, denying their misery.
Above her his spiky breath covers her hair, her ear,
dripping down her neck with a snail’s undulation.
She rises, tasting ashes in her mouth, and floats,
now lost in a sea of misty grey,
now lifted above the clouds into brightness.
Her eyes close against the sudden blindness of clarity
and she sees her tiny body far below, broken.
Stars burst, gasp and die.
Colors collide, crayons melting.
The ancestors mourn.