Night terrors
Mar 23, 2022
The child-woman grieved
Before she knew grief
Feared death
before it seized her heart
all that could be
took shape like clouds
of blood in water
Fear coursing through
rivulets within
pockets and reservoirs
pounding on ears
pulsating in brain
finding signs
reaching for more
A collection of bones
has no tongue
yet catches the throat
resonance lingers
in a ghostly voice
dissonant, accusatory
or lost and confused?
A cubist’s painting
is looming betrayal
awful perversion of life
and of space-time
So she cried
but the cruelty
was yet to come
