Void slowly spreading through her veins –
in the distance, already: humming from beyond.
I can smell the blazing fire, the pyre
combusting three decades of love and hate,
of memories like Billy bleeding out on cloud nine,
of love and hate, of giving all hope away, of love.
‘Scorpio’ said the chief but there was no solution:
so the girl from Sagittaron
took matters into her own hands –
humming her deathbed song.