red and blue and red

my sleeping sight flooded with
red and blue and red
spinning in horizontal slits.
my heartbeat and her footsteps,
her heels cracked dry and my door cracked ajar
and her voice "Honey, I'm going now"
and my snoring, my sheets stiff,
and her voice "I'm not sure when I'll come home"
and I did not move. Her cracked voice,
spider vein legs, bleeding heels, heart skip,
it is me father, i have committed
her to sagging stomach, midnight phonecalls.
They came for her. They came for
her body, her flighting heart.
I wished they came for
her midnight twins, her flighting mind,
her screaming, "We are locked inside this house
and we're going to die. I can't find
the key and oh God I can't find the twins",
her ribcage scarlet in between
the shadows of her bones
from the staircase incident, keys pressed while
I pressed my covers and listened to the
alarm chime, her trying to save us from
burning inside that house while
no fire sparked and her lip
bled onto the railing. I slept
and they carried her away,
barefoot inside the entryway
to save her marble floor, as she insisted.