catch

she held her

Life in her hands, as

if it were ashes

from letters

long burnt

down to

nothing

her porcelain fingers

click together

shaking wide

spread to catch

everything

crumbling

through the confessional window

I look into

her gloom

molded wallpaper room

Where did he go?

the only indulgence
I give

Can you help me?

she cries.

I think something broke.