I the woman who fell, from the
sky-
One evening,
Deemed
oh lady of the night sky
My name is Hala Skye,
like an aura of light ,
surrounding the full moon
A daughter of Eve—
Would love find me less appealing
If they could peel back my skin?
To reveal the fused bones underneath
My arms out reached,
like branches curved downward deep,
by soil creep.
If they could touch the scar tissue on my brain?
If their fingertips were
blanched white,
from my scorched heart.
If my lungs were tarred,
from all the drags, not taken in
If my hallow eyes sockets
Left my eyes bulged,
detaches corneas,
like cherry liquorish
I am not such a treat
A ghoulish site,
with my batwings, I take flight
Feasting,
on fruits in the moonlight...
Cavernous wanderlust
Hangs like calcite,
from the peak of a cave.
I, turn children’s faces’
pale sheet of white.
Carve into my flesh, and
hallow my insides.
Strike a match
Watch my eyes aglow,
translucent like glass.
My lantern lit eyes,
Beam bright
o’lantern eyes
Fire in my breath
O’jack
one swig, and I am transfixed
Tricky,
witches scribe.
Superstitious, as a black cat-
Cob webs mingle in the corners
In hand,
a straw broom,
scrapes, dust from the threshold of
our home
The sands of time atone
Haram
I, befell the earth,
the clouds my home;
my salty tears
quench
thirsty crops
I,
the bearer of corn
My choices like seeds...
the seeds I have sown
I the woman who fell, from the
sky-
One evening,
Deemed
oh lady of the night sky.
That’s my conundrum!
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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