Quietly I approached the sill shoulders rolled back, tall grounded into the space, the weight builds, invisible tendrils wrapping like my jade bangles worn for decades beautiful cuffs, Chaining as I sink into your
Heavy
a deep quiet sitting in “The Bedroom”
Swimming along the edges a vision of bright purple and yellow, against a soft green releasing my eyes into the window of your far beyond to watch fingers brushing along the petals resting on cores like honeybees beautiful flowers a dazzling display of earth’s warmth melancholic still, cut stems submerged in water, not soil warmed by filtered sunlight tucked away in a light blue vase
fading day by day beauty, kneeling "At Eternity’s Gate”
Like a whisper I sit in your chair mesmerized by the pipe, the tobacco hollow -- observing glazed-over eyes tilting to the ceiling silently wailing drowning in black mold spores spreading like rotten veins bleeding --
as lips form “The sadness will last forever”
I weep until tears become feed for mildew Staying as collapsing walls crumbled like ash set to wind --
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 