In a blink, the stars within
His hands vanish,
Swept into a lather of ink
And secrets that will not
In a basket of flesh and shrapnel
A magpie builds her nest,
Clever eyes enunciated
By the moon’s ripe entreaty.
His heart catches in the crunch
Of her deciduous hunger.
He sees no chance but grips
Her instinctively and with a force
Sufficient to finish them both.
I am back in school and while the commute is shorter (transferred schools) and the schedule more consistent it is still an adjustment. Wednesdays and Thursdays are my longest days and I have to get up very early in the mornings. I am exhausted. I am also not very adaptive so it will take me a while to get this organized.