Last Night

I saw my mother
her arms stretched wide
as she welcomes me.
I sink into her skin
and breathe in her scent
feel her heart beating
close to my face;
I’m a child again.
My innocent eyes
search her pale face
but she’s in shadow
hidden by the darkness
that took her.

I’ve missed you.


I had that dream last night –

My fingers were long and twisted

My mouth bruised and blistered

I bow my head and spit my teeth into my shaking palm

They land like shining white pearls

Perfectly imperfect in their warm bath of blood