her fulgurant smile flared in a cruelty of fleeting clarity
right before she died
heat of it popping and crackling in his face like her spastic reasons
like the shimmer of her blood on his person
blinding him
tiny flecks of fluorescence dying out right before her
somewhere betwixt her death, moments into her denials, like the unfamiliarity of her warmth he knew what she was
in the middle of her resurrection, he forgot who she truly was
an easy beneficial amnesia
unlike a Nix who wouldn't drown
her advent of fresh life meant nothing now
all that mattered was the virility of her lies
and the hangover of delusions of her godlike grandeur
which she mistook for her atonement
which he had mistaken for the relentless stirring of his unblemished dead wings
knolls of her stupidity were boundless
tedious and sodden to trudge through at worst of times
which in actuality were best of times
a stone bridge between their granular nowheres.