Hemorrhage of Lullabies

A sliver of glass
cutting the meat
of my esophagus.

I swallow copper —
an ending
I wasn’t ready for.

I reach for you:
but you’re a ghost
beyond my fingertips.

Instead, I find
a little hand in mine.
Eyes searching.
Begging me to be
more
than I can.

I open my mouth
to sing a lullaby

But I only feed them
the shards.