Morning Moon

Waxfires freckle  beneath a bloodburn birthsky. Mother superior of a darker art,  you hang amidst a crisis of witches.  You turn, woman—  the tides. Overnight  you slowdrag silent  across the feral eyeless.   One retinal prick  from your reflection leaves me agape. You blazing   relocation, you wet socket   waiting—you etherize everywhere.  You leave no evidence, no […]