Frozen distant gaze through arctic wailing space;
My pulse pounds at pace as taciturn strangers’ race.
Flaccid wrist in my shaking hand.
I shake her hand, and shake and shake,
Why won’t she wake?
Faint twitches fade, and I wish that I would faint;
So I almost feign to faint,
But I can’t. Pinch me. I wish I could wake.
What and how and why?
Blood trickles down her face.
Together we die.
Translucent skin, wispy hair,
Bruised, bloody, broken,
Babies shouldn’t sleep with one eye open.