A silver chalice

Resting on the windowsill

May outlive my breath

Gold light so masked by hatred

Holding onto your sleeve in the dark

She knows.

The crystals that frame my heart

Melt me inside-out

Please, reach out to me, pull me

towards you, tell me that

I'm

real.

Auscultation

reveals that I am number

than you last remembered.

Listen, listen, listen, I...

My heart is beating no more.