Letting Go
An effluvium of balloons floats
from her throat in blood hues−
marrow, bone, bruise−fills skies
after escaping her esophagus.
This release into the air swells
into a flock of brutalities gathered,
a fatal storm released by deserting
hands that will rounded foreboding
with helium, last gasps of gas, cinched
tears, a crew of screams crowding clouds.
Even in this severing, there is reprieve
that contradicts her skinned raw organs
transformed into bright breathy release.
