Pink

For K-

Quiet,

my entry to this place,

night-made

and wholly burnt,

hallowed rest for fainted faces.

An answer, echoed cold across

This calloused ground

The reverberate trills

Of a time-muted sound

The shrapnel of our splitting

Husks

Left in me this cross

To bear

Your number three

As blood, let, lost.

Here i am

Your tether to

This liminal space

In you, a primordial ghost

Cuts its reincarnate chase.

Widow of

A sleepswept figure

Gone,

A shadow, pale,

Embalmed.

In the harrowing

Lasting

Light of dawn.

I kept this brittle harbinger

to nurse through

rich, dense smoke,

and dull encounters splintered

dry -

as each pale idol spoke.

Set to slumber

my fairy story shells

as I did the pill and powder.

Till-

from lightning bells and bitter tales

the haunts that whisper

“We”

grew louder.

I love you thrice,

the one for me, the two for love,

the three for death’s pale price.

and you besides,

brave in fright

refuse the call to hide.