Orphans

a choice. shutters and rain. big footprints in shallow graves. The package of poison she left for herself. When the walls were thinner. The needle like a trumpet. The medicine in stumbles.

and then she can't hear. the rush of desperate lungs. as they breath the feeble agendas. Broken ladders would endorse. The appeal of the puzzle is in the solution. The darkness moves through her in bits of sun. A fraying dress. More thread than cover.

she tries to wake him at last. a few sparks. and then everything is dead.

she fusses with the seams. Hoping that they'll come undone.

Nothing is left. Everything is.