her yolk breasts dripping blue and desperate
the body in invisible flames lowered towards the hole
that mirrors her
strands of hair ash immaculate
I call you home
still
morning pleas
she keeps him safe
within a frame
accusation
you’re not coming back to me
blue eyes in his skull
broken bones
purple eyelids closed
resignation between her thighs
no more
she had given birth
death had been off topic
Croque-Melpomene 