Embers
My eyes rest upon you -
all bone china and gossamer,
skin breaking beneath the weight of
a single eyelash.
I strain to remember how to escape
the fragility of your pale frame.
Some instinct remains, an errant memory
Instigating a faint gesture.
Ghosts flutter past your eyes
before stuttering out.
A banal smile
fixed upon the ashes.
The sweet stench of decay clings to our sheets
Trying to contain our breath,
Lurching towards drowning
in the stagnant pool we created.
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