in high fever 
shivering through the night
her lonely soul
suffered like
leaves suffer in winter chill
slowly dying
a silent death
like a piece of wood
rusting
upon barren ground
fallen from the tree
watching its death
with its own eyes
feeling
the excruciating pain
of life separating
from its organic form
her sweat drops
like tears of the body
form and fall
sliding through
the velvet skin
falling upon sheets
made of cold stones
lying across
an endless hall
where voices disappear
on the other end
like a planet being sucked away
into a black hole
her screams disappearing
into the night’s mouth
as time eats her cells
one by one
inch after inch
sucking her soul
into death’s grave
forever to come…