beyond
that corner
right there
of three
obtuse angles
in space.
(of where she once was)
passing
pulling
through out
the other side
having to pull itself along
at itself
between
lines
of the point
besides the point
the point being
the end.
a vanishing
point
pointed out
in her
thorough
pressure.
that empty grip
of her going
leaving nothing but being
quite tense.
enough to follow her
point by point
at this point
the sharpest
to be cut
by it
through it
out of it
onto the sidewalk
where she fell
in cracks.