365 Poems – 171 A Bright Abomination (Rough First Draft)
A Bright Abomination
She is not about anything normal.
When the world holds her limbs in
its mouth, and grinds its teeth,
when sadness has sucked her joy dry,
she runs to the shelter of the woods,
and there, she is all limbs and tears.
When she is ready, when her chaos
has solidified to a pile of moss lined bones,
when her desolation has become soft,
she opens her creaking lips, and drinks
moonlight like nectar.
They noticed her disappearance,
but drained words with their hands.
When she returns with her hair
in a brown paper bag, they whisper
about her knotted soul.
About how a man would be
untangling her forever, and that
they should approach with great caution
– if at all.