cackler bridge.

dezireé a. brown

July 7, 2017

after the Witcher III: Wild Hunt

once     I took winter / by the throat / peeled             my ghost / from its thirsty

blue-tipped palm / who remembers / when the sun    last

showed / its eye to this            ache / no                     God neither /

 

before / I was   Hathor’s siren / this hair

a fist / crown of amethyst        cut / across the plains /          I wished him

the white /       women he dreamed  / of – shaved

my head / to empty the           soil / to empty                         myself /

 

once     this was a river / nirnroot        chattered as godlings               stitched our name /

into the water / but what                     can / bloom     in this bowl

of ash /            oh how black girls                   bend

and / bend  and           bend / in fear                          of being too hard /

 

now     I think of / hips / you’ll never touch again – swollen /

with wings        of doves / lined           with streets / of  gold /

an incalescent / sandstorm      brewing /         beneath the      skin /