on the way out
of your fiction, she
burns many bridges.

the sight of her
like melting glass
will stain your eyes.

designing traces
surrendering to cracks
she shimmers, like a mirage.

sends smoke signals
narrates a letter. puts an X
on your fantasy map.

driving a corkscrew
through your heart,
she taps the wine.

she passes time.
leaving as mercy —
her bare sillage

inundates the emptiness.
she loves to go
and will not be forgotten.

//

a twist on this.