Break

I only texted you because they told me it would not be a big deal
And I wouldn't have known, you would have been immortalized for me
in my last glance of glimpse of small block letters, jokester, kinkster to the end,
Had she not-

But she sent me a picture of you that night
Drunken reverie of fear and flight, spilled scrambled vowels,
A voicemail of a choke




and a long silence

Snapped half-shutter, half-mast your throat open and tongue trapped
Too much light filled your fluttering hands, caught as soft sludge, the blurring of lines
into ice blisters, a ripped collar and--- bluish lips, parted, full
What look like wine stains down your shirt, turned colors of cold and clutching
Feathered hair set alight, haloed in crimson

Look what you did, vixen