Tuesday, October 6, 2015

The Season of the Dead

wicked winding mind
wormholes and
white rabbits
two steps forward, one step back
two steps forward, one step back
then
the clickity-clack of bones, out of joint
but still dancing in rhythm
to your heartbeat, She
the skeleton woman who haunts your depths
who drinks the tear, who rends you Beloved
and broken-open
and vulnerable
again


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