edge ina pool
taken from the scene
inaccessible to all
touched by witch
edge ina pool
The Daughter of Darkness has always been a child of light, as day succeeds the night.
Tangent was the dune
beneath a shock
leading kings to
In all the space
forgot to breathe
began to pace
The day, suffocated by clouds. I slept into a steady rain, clawing at the glass. I would open the door for no one.
No one could rest for long. Nor could I. They wanted my life, behind terrible smiles. Eyes, watching the breath in my chest.
Only my graveyard obligations would get me, far, far from home. I wore black, to blend in the night. Carried the iron cast lantern.
I walked with purpose, concealing my fear behind silver buttons. My life. Steeled to the ritual task.
Maybe the greatest blessing i have tonight, are these long moments without you, for i can see you from afar and you’re not dangerous anymore, and my once relentless mind has gone on standby.
She looked around the city night. The canopy provided by the trees made this street darker than others. Low hanging branches and leaves flecked shadow into the metallic orange light painting the sidewalks.
A sociopath stood unseen. Camouflaged against the papered concrete walls like a barred owl.
She sensed him and he sensed her sensing him.
Were she only distracted by an iphone or earbuds, he thought. But he would not be disappointed, standing there, silently watching her navigate the street in her fishnets and heels.
Only his pupils moved across the smudge of cirrhotic, ashen pale of eyes.
In the walkway between buildings, not far from there, beneath a basement apartment’s window well, out of sight, lay the crumpled formless residue of human life and spirit. Breathless and emptying itself of fluid.
The spirit of the dead hung heavily over the sociopath, like a large cotton overcoat immersed in a pool of blood of all the ones had died by his hand in the night. A parade of frozen faces preoccupied his mind, his thoughts.
She gripped her pepper spray tight. She knew the unnatural evils under city lights, might come out the woodwork and contend with her sex.
She remained unafraid, carrying herself gracefully across the pavements. Aware the heavies were awash in their own karma.
Some terror of what one has done and cannot undo. Gyre of samsara, spinning down toward the core of the earth. For infinity. Forever.