We burn the pillows of the sick
as if it’s some sort of magic
against death, lie in our own beds
we’ve made holding our breath
hoping for light to return
as darkness blankets the earth
tossing and turning in dread
dreaming only of pandemonium.

she thought
she was light

radiant
the sun

beyond mere
understanding

she was

worshipped
as a god

lost in her
movements

a body defying
mere physics

she learned
the secrets of

floating in
space

releasing
forgetting