I am breaking like dead leaves
when her arm arches up
shatter me slowly
witness the slow passage of a death
linked to nothing
my hands arc to no connection
and my right temple feels
pressed with a hematite stone
against something unyielding
I cannot control the stillness in my fingers
when her shoulders breathe
kill me faster
watch the reeling movement pass me over
selling souls
my possessions are lost to the highest bidder
and reality frays and chafes my wrists
rubbing to remind me it does not change
