The flood flowed cold with inky blood

And yet the wet sky blinked with stars

in deep slumber…

She was wild like poison,

desperate to be free.

Barefoot and running,

so they couldn’t see.

A deeper place drawing

in the back of her mind.

Where her words moved in circles,

to outsmart time.

A beast laid bruised

within her heart.

While revelations of

escape danced in those stars.

But the days grew grey

and bitter as she stared.

Drawing up misery in the

space behind her hair...

-HMG