A man talks and a girl wishes 
she could die. 

After sampling a memoir, 
biography of biographies. 

Cool winter rain 
Soaks the cracking lumps of soil 
that have forgotten the sun. 

As the tiny shards of 
mirror tinker 
from the sky glass, 
a hand is poised 
to capture these reflections. 

A hand, a fist. 
A prelude and a second act; 
and the shadow of blood. 🩸