Lullaby With Knives Behind The Bow
OutroShe shuts the lid on dancers wound too tight and lets the tune go flat and mean
while silence sharp as razors clears a thin black lane,She pockets what once felt holy, proof of touch, and keeps it as a weight, not as a god, then squares her shoulders to the cups that sweat like guilty saints,She walks, and every step
declares I will not trade my bones for ribbons,
will not buy a dream that leaves me framed and faint,The forest listens like a book
that finally learns its reader brought a pen instead of
prayers,and every page she marks refuses to be restrained.