The feathers in your hair coming

Undone, prophecy-baring doves

Spilling from a warped halo


Your hands are beautiful when they

Scream, as beautiful as your eyes

Drowning, as beautiful as your

Lipstick bidding farewell to a

Mirror that ceased to reflect me


I’ll never claim that I loved you less

In a world where you were everyone

And everything, I love you quietly still


The breadcrumbs that I lay never

Find you and all that was invincible

At conception spoils in my heart