"Mulciber"

#0069. She was a wreck and he was a wreck and he thought, maybe, she could float upon him instead of drowning in the same Sea that he did. He spent nights on the edge of the water, and she preceded his stint in the tomb. Her heart was broken. Jangled jattered nervous twitch and the voice raked over by cigarettes. Her heart was a broken glass bottle. Shards of it fell from her fingertips. Her embraces were cold. She never really wanted his help. She was too stuck to turn it down. She would have gladly held his head underwater. One day she just shattered into a million pieces. One day just turned into gleaming dust.