The Night Queen
suspends
beliefs
like
bulbs
hung
in the hour of darkness
Her high court
cleaves
to clay caked
promises
as the blood flows
thick like myrrh
swirled
in
bitter
raw
cacao marrow
her voice
carries
through the dank hollows
her laughter
snuffs
all flame
NaPoWriMo - Day 28
*Original Artwork - ©Jenni Astramowicz
No comments: