Her necklace broke, the bling slipping

from the slit throat of the garrotted sky,

 

stagnating for a shocked second, splitting

the night with its sharp white,

 

while a bellow gathered, distilling

in the hollow of her rumbling belly,

 

to be emitted with all her breath, all her might,

halting its fall, eviscerating the crystals

 

in their jagged flight; and then she slumbered,

bare and dark, mending in the milk of moonlight.