I sat at the edge, reality at my feet

my eyes clouded like the sky with empty content

salty air blew blue curls and strands across frozen cheeks

skin that cracked in white, on fingers bathed in grey

closed eyes see behind parted hair dark lines and warm hands

naked legs with pale eyes, silhouette between the frame

hot dead apples slip between soft frozen lips

trickled warmth down throat and chest

i don’t eat to save the things i lost

hollow stomach and bones