I can hear her singing to me.
The words feel like a kiss.
A promise.
I can see her in all the dark surfaces.
Her beauty reflected in negative.
Spindly fingers armoured in bands of silver and gold.
She tells me if only I can take off my wedding ring and then she’d be mine.
I can be hers if only I promise to undo my til death do us part.
-Hidden in the bible.