firelight & elevating sparks, dancers in the pitch of night…a telekinetic finger flick, of the cigarette from her hex stained lips…cherry ash in lawless hop, a timely demise…a disintegrated conclusion…robbing her lips of suspended smoke thoughts, their aerial morphing, fleeting tales in a clove spiced tongue… …She’s wide eyes smiling to the depth, a shroud to mask her upturned mouth, but nothing to silence her deliberate laughter, breaking through the monstrous shadows, fearsome and intriguing… …Her easy rise, upon bare feet, humming against the wintered earth, her titian hair, whispering lore to evergreen boughs, the scent of her anticipation trailing…caught in the palms of hands wide and ready…He hunts and he hungers…canines dripping full moonlight…

E.A. O'Connell. January 2019