three
Via bits and pieces to soak in.he missed her already.
the lies of her hair
and charm.
he would live without it,
but he did not know he had toyet.
‘til she did not wave goodbye
to the train
that sent him to the underworldshe grew to despise
where she created herself:
a black bird
used to not be so daring
until the feathers sprung from her backbones.
