her arms hug herself
her eyes wish for an end
in the darkness she saw
his face awash
in coldness slowly
forming a cloud
fading into white sheets
naked in the arms of her bed
she cradle her emotions
prolonging them in the small
hidden spaces of her mind
days walking around
searching for the pieces lost
in the ending of her thoughts
she saw herself yesterday
mad but showing no madness
her face turn to a smile greedy
in her voice she spoke
of living with the dead
but is she dead?

apparitions and tea swirls
steam and condensation
to experience these magi
one must be
very much
alive

((myanimalc))

very nice, animal