By: Shelbi Henny

sharp teeth that scrape
the subtle skin 
entwining a silent need to disperse
in folds of black and white
milestones collecting talents
to surface the need to deny
that blaspheme
tip-toeing prayers 
that cultivate 
I was masked in believing in fate
that this was placed in a season 
feeling like autumn 
brewing like summer
comfortable like fall
and then we end like winter
settling on abandoned lands of greed
mystifying fog
that covered the air 
and left touch the only option 
to surrender too
nothing spared 
or guarded in the mist
and even while blind 
and now seen 
I would do it again 
and again