Bloodline

She twirls on the palm of my hand skin puckered to the swish of her clear skirts tap-tap bare footfalls up my arm blowing through the tangles of my weeping weaves whistling by the drums of these winding caverns Thumb~ a beat ‘Listen’ Thumb—Thumb! ‘Listen!’ she howls ‘The river of blood that runs through All.’Continue reading “Bloodline”