The Final Argument
Scorched face, she stares
Open eyes, open mouth, open heart.
Shards of shock cut through her insides
Like glass from the mirror that just broke
in an argument indistinguishable from the others.
The shards meld together into a tight, heavy ball
Sinking low into her abdomen, displacing necessary oxygen.
She is in fetal position
Breathing forgotten, blood running cold.
He is gone.
