KDT

outside lava throwing fire
deep inside a little girl bent like wire though she hides

She fell once
I offered my hand
Her tears pressed too thin
to see
but she reached for me

she laid me down upon the gravel
we joined at the chest
and shared.......something
voudoun, darkness

I have never been the same

elaborate fog tendril
moves as it pleases
it hunts for those marked
upon hot summer breezes

She is missed without need
her scent subtly freezes
I carry her young now
inside my own reason

glorious seconds we are not apart
now comes the hardest the larva depart
off peels the bandage, progeny start
small faces on spidery legs scuttling art

I am still here, though they are gone
healed back the food that had fed the spawn
at nights of her chosing I am drawn
to the symmetry of a missing dawn

she'll see when I am ready soon
at the rise of the full scarlet moon.