fragile skies

The universe has fallen
Crystallized into fragments 
That slumber within a soul
Chilling the body that bears it.

She shivers in salute of the forlorn night
Bathed in the melancholy of her blue moon
Finding solace in the center of all the darkness that she will have to embrace.

This path will be cloaked with familiarity
 But her heart will be heavier than her last plunge down.

When all is still, she can still smell
The soft of their being 
faded like the musky memories she decorates with dust and cobwebs 
Like they are not of a recent heartache.

Her promises lie unkept in the back of her throat,
The seasons drop like icicles from the sky of her mind
And she listens to the Devil cry 
Because this is more hell than even he can take.