her heart is a sickly sweet tangle between the hollow rib-cage. the hint of blue on her sunken cheeks (as if the morgue forgot the blush). spilled guts on the dissection table, a lasting memory in words. the wilting roses, petals brushing against her sugar-spun skin, when she'd asked for dandelions. her hair choppy and epilated from her cranium. a thud

and my eyes are falling for another matter. a shiver

and his hand is on my shoulder. i'm gliding
with her to love: Hades.