The world grew smaller
he was bound to fall
opened his eyes
with the back against
the wall he held out his hand
as if he could stop

The inevitable end of crushing like a roach
only seemed of getting close
like a touch of silk against his palm
the faint hint of flowers
breaking through the chaotic smell
the decomposition of a lost spirit

She stood there, holding firm to his hand
quiet and peaceful, a goddess made from ivory
of flesh & blood.
smiling with her eyes