Afterfever Poem by katerina shmelyeva

breathe. parting is a glance of death
reflecting back that chronic
occult bleeding of the dark woods,
where two hearts once roamed,

like phantom twins,
imagined, for a moment,
they were ONE -
thus, double-faked.

flash freezing. now they're blaming
their angels spitting in each other's
godlike eyes.
just wondering,

WHERE they lost their grace,
or is there really something more
than markers, shapes and names,
and storms in teacups, after all? ..

but there should be a space beyond
the hand-held tragedy
of human hearts
collecting cuts of yesternows,

perhaps, a soothing sleep
with no shipwrecked memories?

-breathe.- still behind parting
there's nothing but an oozing death -

may that shared death
stays blessed,
and demons keep the ward:
the curtain fell.