The city where she sleeps overlooks
the towers that kept her up.
And everything is just consequence now.
And everything is epiphany.
The city is what rules her.
By day she sleeps
and dreams of hollow crickets
and chance meetings.
But by night she is his
and she takes each breathe
very carefully
to make sure she doesn't
breath him in.
She wants him to exist.
The city knows the clock is ticking.
The city knows and it hates her for
leaving it behind.