thin walls of reclusive luster
and thin skin much the same
her unsteady gaze in umbra quiver
fallen tresses, deep regrets and shame
a path to perdition
where fire and blood collide
flesh scorched like soft marshmallow
the grief curls from it like smoke
there is a click in your throat
and knots in your knees
like the swirled rounds of cut trees


words © malai carrara