So, I Am Writing

So, I am writing…

A reminder that eyes become water, too 

Blood becomes ink, all fingers draw—

Swords, pretty pictures, pistols… crystals 

And, for the girls

Howling at the moon every month,

Itchy under shedding skin,

Seducing the plot, with reckless abandon 

Leaving linings behind, to shrivel in the Sun 

To be wild is to be free

Mother-nature-super-freak,

Trust me, you already know the language

The tongue, straight from your mother— 

Her mother’s mother’s mouth, 

Truth: the reason for the stake!

And speaking of tough-to-swallow,

You were born enigma and complete

So complete, the cosmos took

A snapshot to remember you by, smiled—

Before spitting you out, and said,

‘Wow, this one has come with teeth.’