Voltaic
Cut out a diamond of charcoal toile.
Sacrifice black ribbons from your own hair.
Hand stitch satin lengths of tail. The squall
against sash windows announces it’s prepared
to share its primordial sparks. Heavens,
mutating black and blue, even rumble
while you dare pause before a mirror, question
appearance one last time in lieu of being humble
on nights, electric and divine. The bolt
will trickle down the silver twine you wound
yesterday with care. If you deserve its jolts,
they will find you everywhere. Crown
of twinkling gigajoules, luminescent teeth,
at last voltaic as what you survived beneath.
Survival
Her toes are dangling off a stone fence post
encircling the sinkhole that swallows
parents, reposed, bottom half of their house, close
to all of their yard. Rainstorm which follows
fills her hollow along with the boulevard
abutting the hovel with precipitation
until the alligators arrive. She stands guard,
mewling kitten in hand, shrewd calculations
made to survive. A free hand unbuttons
the black cotton dress that hid the shame
of a belly she could not express when
the world was unbroken, she was to blame.
She quiets the kitten with milk at her chest.
First problem solved in a new world she loves.
Punk Noir Magazine 
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