hold her hands
red against the light
her face falls down
his head on her collarbone
chest inward growing
bones crack through the night
he has a smell on his fingers
she knows where it’s coming from
those blue blue eyes
mother suicide
trapdoor arms
hold her tight
the carpets whimper
too dark outside
no light gets in
the roof is heavy
black and green
the rot tumbling
up and down the stairs
her heartstrings cut
