Secret Ingredients
Thread
puppets to a one-
dancing to unheard music
hung from tangled threads
–
skeletal fingers-
pulling taut
the threads of fate
Wind
the ghost of winter
runs her fingers through my hair
and kisses my neck
–
a cold wind-
blowing sand
and salt spray
Crows
on a twisted branch
outside my window a crow
in the black of night
–
india ink-
an ebony feather
is my quill
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