she took me to

wall stone invisible

scraped through to my flesh

blood rushed to the surface to see how hard we’d been hit

she pressed her scaled fingers to my wound, circled

my nest and asked for more

born from the shell of his heart

lonely left snakeskin and candy wrappers

from the rhythm of ending she began

curled around a piece of dust

beat pulsed through each dead surface

from the rhythm of ending she began

to pull me through her rough

beginning chiseled into wall stone invisible

good hole found its start in the lapse of dusk

between were and weren’t, dirt and worm

she laid her egg in the shell of his heart

yoke and ashes to fill her skin

from the rhythm of ending she began

to pull me through her

rough hole in wall stone invisible

scraped through to my flesh

pressed her scaled fingers to my wound

and asked for more