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.