Through frozen sheets of glass her body falls

Freely weaving through the emptiness

As her blood cools and soothes her mind

She falls toward the concourse

Where multitudes gather

Severed like water

When her body 

Hits the ground

She is

Gone

For

How long

Comatose

Like spiraling 

Through black tsunamis

Or rolling through dead leaves

Over and over again

Peacefully surrounded by blue

While reality whispers her name

Pale hair hanging loose as she walks through the sky