Coma
Through frozen sheets of glass her body falls
Freely weaving through the emptiness
As her blood cools and soothes her mind
She falls toward the concourse
Where multitudes gather
Severed like water
When her body
Hits the ground
She is
Gone
For
How long
Comatose
Like spiraling
Through black tsunamis
Or rolling through dead leaves
Over and over again
Peacefully surrounded by blue
While reality whispers her name
Pale hair hanging loose as she walks through the sky
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