Frayed

He'd promised to hold on to her forever,

But the frayed clasp finally gave way.

The moment of the curtain-fall was painless,

Numb.

She fell, she flew.

Buoyant in the breeze a trifle,

And descalating anew.

Pirouetting on her helm,

She traced a scar in the waving wind,

And softly laid her head on the broken bridge.

No longer green. Dead.

The yellow caught somewhere on its way to red.

A black mouth hovers above her shell

And with the softest click, swallows her soul whole

Immortalized by the silent lens.

Forever.