.Nothing forms
From this is in
An
Empty can.

My. a smile
Doesn't know it's
Self, why
Stand in?
Rain
Flooding..
My air! stranded
On strands of
brokenMy_
Ribs.
And

Frozen,
I huddle in.

Outside
The cello breaks / /
The clamor < < <<<<
The glass vase-in
Shards of what
I thought
I hoped
Would-have
should-have
Kept-me
Safe.
de vastat e
my cry then.