pressurised into a triangular glass
it cuts into her palm
that redness matches her blood
which she will collect in a glass tumbler
her body disappeared into the earth
only her hands are visible
like two peas in a pod
someone etched her anguish into a sculpture
I again sprinkle fairy dust
the depths of its blackness sparkles on me.
etching into the epidermis
"if I could pull her out of the earth
I would have shared the sparkles"
Two lines in the second stanza aren't mine. I thank Rey-mundo for those. I know he will read it.