I see them / clearly, their bodies breaking / against the preset haze. My love, /

you are one of them. You / emerge at the exhale, half drawn / with one eye 

/ closed. 

 

How do I heal / my beating heart, exposed and / lit to ash. I round my lips /

to trace the shape. / My soul leaves me…

 

All at once / I wish to die, / if only to be away, far from the thought / of you. 

 

I pray / you’ll come out with the rinse.