*

She’s falling

(Falling, falling—)

(Where are you Dad? Mom?)

It’s gentle and soft and too much, she’s clenching her hands and wishing for something to stop

There’s nothing though

Nothing, nothing, nothing

— please —

Teeth as soft as Autumn (and rotting sweetness that bursts and she can’t have enough of)

— where

is

everything ?

(gone)

(and now,

so is she)