She

Her love,  loss, lack of life 
unwaxed candle flickers 
out stairs fall away into such 
darkness risers treads risers treads 
nosing rough on fingertips crawl 
step by step disoriented inward dark 
is it up or is it down the knees say 
up hurts more down is a breeze 
good she thinks 

screaming into rooms 
pain shoots holes into corners 
she has not yet found