The dreams in the deepest crevices of my electrified mind have evolved fangs. I have no equation through which to escape from my regret. Regret shadows my shadow, planning to fill in while she sleeps.

With holy, incalculable math, the snow falls to the dying earth like sound into silence. The world waits. I wait in my wedding dress washed in blood. Celestial somberness reminds me of how minute I am. The stars beleaguer me with questions I can’t answer. I lay my heart in His hands.