she whistled a soft tune which sounded like an old memory far, so far apart
and she she danced with the wind and caught the sails of my soul, tugged at the ropes that were attached to my heart.
dry lips, gap tooth, bloody nails, i could see the blue in her veins, she was burning up
but her skin was purple and green.
her voice was soft, whilst she screamed out and pleaded for me to help her.
"save me, save me, save me" she yelled out against the wind. her voice been caught and throat being numbed by the cold and harsh.
"save me, save me, save me please" she screamed, pulling at the ropes that strangled my heart.
oh didn't she know, that if she wanted to be saved, i had to be whole.