Made my skin tingle,
She sighed I love you
Her laugh like a mingle.
Her teeth shined like crystals,
Like a mirror reflecting;
The love that bounced from her mouth
My heart accepting.
Words would harden to obsidian,
Coagulated on my aorta.
Tears exit my eyes,
Cascaded into virga.
The rope scratched like sandstone,
Leaving pustules on my neck.
Bones cracked as feet hung,
Everything she left in a wreck.
***
"Yeah, I've heard of Christine Hansen, that fire-headed Bodhisatva from the Great White North. She comes in here every morning for a croissant and then rides off to school on her team of sled foxes. Why do you ask?"
