::: Winter Raven :::

she is still a raven come the spring
though the sun shines bright
and the weather is warm
the light doesn't change her dark coat
she wishes her wrists could be as pale as the winter snow
but she remains old and scarred

when a door is like a pen
when the writing desk has no questions left
then can her cloak come off
and she will reveal a dress of rainbow gossamer
her softest, gentle down
and her pale skin will be so beautiful to behold

::: Blind :::

I'm quite glad to be alone tonight
I can feel all my secrets
spilling out
like too much wine
pouring from the tea cup
into the saucer

would you be mine?

loneliness is my one true friend
wrapping me round
I can float on its sweetened lips
its taste leave me dizzy
and sore
until I can't contain it
all tumbles out on the floor

tonight, I will drink this cup
I will lick the saucer dry
like it was yours
I'm greedy when you can't see me
but I'm glad you're blind
when you do