Dried petals of black stained skin peel
Around the edge
Her wrinkled fingers waterlogged by blood,
A dehydrated beat, slowing, slow that
She wakens with a gentle tap.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispers,
Her palms embalmed around the organ.
The alkali sea sheets the sand beneath her
Soft, golden sponge
Cushion her knees, moored as she sinks,
Absorbed into the coast, married, merged that
The angel beside her is scourged.
“Let it go,” he whispers,
A snag of perpetuum love fruitless on the shore.
The covenant of salt betrayed by a bitter bluff
Each ventricle perish to decay as she
Still waits for one little hello, hello, say hello.
Her heart cracks to ash.
“I loved him,” she bemoaned.
Now a statue frozen to stone.