A worried voice whispered, did you
Squirt; a worried voice whispered
Did it hurt; two worried voices
Embraced and exclaimed
A single No: there were no leaks, no
Dreams shattered or sore stars
Sailing far above. The cold embrace
In the tenebrous tower, this story’s
Proleptic irony, her farewell and Bon
Voyage became a ballooning belly
Sparked by another’s life force,
Another’s life forced upon her.
A worried voice whispers
Of mad… sad… moments of
Memory recollection without
Trigger and without purpose:
Mindful madness resting
Among the Stars.
