For Ruby: On the Inevitability of Death

the day he sliced her face

he swore he’d destroyed her.

how could he know her strength

wasn’t couched in flawless beauty

when she’d never known it herself?

it was a discovery. for them both.

one that saved her by exposing

the condition of their love: it had been

hemorrhaging for years. death

was inevitable.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind