a throbbing pain in her jaw
dried blood up her nose
phlegm in her throat
she coughed
and seven years had passed
she found
seven stitches in her lips
seven scars on her skin
seven strings of white hair
no lover
no palpable sense of self
no notion of time
behind her
the ghost of a dead cat
of a dead man
around her cold and sharp air
filling the gaps
with each breath time was stretched as a string
attached to the next one
as a thought suspended in its journey
down the loophole
the mirror did not return the favor
under the dim light
in the graveyard of her skin
she carved a word of a dead language
she can no longer utter
her tongue dry as that
a throbbing pain in her jaw
dried blood up her nose
phlegm in her throat
she coughed
and seven years had passed
she found
seven stitches in her lips
seven scars on her skin
seven strings of white hair
no lover
no palpable sense of self
no notion of time
behind her
the ghost of a dead cat
of a dead man
around her cold and sharp air
filling the gaps
with each breath time was stretched as a string
attached to the next one
as a thought suspended in its journey
down the loophole
the mirror did not return the favor
under the dim light
in the graveyard of her skin
she carved a word of a dead language
she can no longer utter
her tongue dry as that