Roaring flame dances on whitewashed shelf Gripping the bed sheet knuckles white too. Salty secretions sway down apple cheeks Nightshade falls down window panes, jasmine confederacy Scent seeps through the eyes of the house. Drum beats slow, slower, and slower Until it stopped. My eyes cracked under the brittle ice wind Striking my face, Knocking over the beetle who can't reach his way Over the concrete crevasse. The smell of confederate jasmine drifts on the breeze, The scent even dances on tastebuds Licking my lips at jasmine fragrance on Wood crucifix where her body lays at rest Leaves stretch and curl underneath her collar and Grips her dog tags