movements of your tiny body
So perfect.
The past three days
small speckled narcotics for the pain
claimed it was old blood and that was good.
catatonic.
small heartbeats flutter
but no longer magical:
For they are my own quickened and nervous-
Pulse racing: pounding.
The last three days
You came with the passing,
Every finger and toe, formed.
Broken.
My enternal core shattered,
as you laid to rest on satin,
Your face, your arms, your hands,
Looking at beauty wilted,
Genetic defects?
