it’s a mixed bag, cement dust to be watered and withered petals to be crushed. i can feel her change, i can feel it fall apart, like a sigh down my back. clouds over a window sill. shadows breaking for sun, my throat cracks into nonsense. i am lost, so utterly lost in despair. fit to be hung, i broke the one thing that mattered to me most, the one thing that kept me from disappearing.