Alanah

I sit and she is handed to me Out of nowhere. A gift. Formed and carried, now presented. Her weight is warm; black down Upon her head not a day old. The walls mean nothing to me, Nor the light … Continue reading

The Heart and the Mirror

The woman returns to herself; Sitting to disarm with stroke and sweep. Her likeness is ghoulish in a glassy pool. Stained lips part in the half light: “This is all I am”. Terrible portal. She pours herself inside But her … Continue reading