Sparrow

She composed her life where
she could only lie there
counting on the cold air
to cobweb her resolve.

She produced a bird sound
Pulling at her night gown
Dripping on the warm down
Her bloody siren’s call.

I handwashed in cold soap
Watching pinkish suds go
Overwriting striped holes
A palate soft as silk.

Her young eyes were bright white
lightning veins and lids tight
Face uncut by smile lines
and pale as mother’s milk.

Nights of pacing, breath spent
Oh, her little teeth went
Nails impaling, harsh bit
To draw my eyes away.

“Oh, my sparrow”, I’d sigh
“Why do I even try?”
Hydrogen Peroxide
Baptized forearms swayed.

I am sorry, sparrow
Winter trapped us in snow
Winter kept the coals cold
You were already gone.

You were already gone.

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