I Forget the Rest

Birthing the hunter,

I spent my nights

running,

running,

ever running

from you,

my secret monster.

And I saw

the pain flit

across his

pretty little face

and felt a tinge

of compliance

because I couldn’t

soothe the ache

out of you.

Ah well, at least

she keeps her promise

to be a cold queen,

snow on eyelashes,

still life carousel,

dogs in the dungeon,

manic music

that sits in your

hip bones

until even breath

is a requiem.

And even when you didn’t approve,

I burned the whole

goddamn house down anyway

with my fire body sizzle.

Start over Stardust.

Hush.

Breathe Deep.

I forget the rest.