around the corner she goes
into the water
toenails drowned
tiles cracked
the sun shines
waiting
unaware
for a death unknown
a death that waits
in the next room
a death that announces itself
as it happens
it already has
happened
she stands in blood, in her own, his
and what now
to his bones
what happens now
to his bones
can’t put them back together
stop the blood
stop the ground
stop the world
from opening up
too much
she can’t breathe
this swallowed air
Croque-Melpomene 