A lizard laid across her feet, and she talked
about the way it felt to eat a soul.
They were always cold like an orb of
ice cream, that doesn’t melt, just lingering
in that area of perfect texture.
The first one she ever had was forced down
her throat by a creature in a hood with the
legs of a goat.
Her eyes split open like
biting a grape, and she cried tears of blood
that just flew off her face.
Ever since then she’s been able to see
glowing circles in the shadows of all
on the streets.
She could reach down within them whenever
she wanted and grab hold of the essence
at the core of their darkness.
She couldn’t ignore them, they took over
her thoughts, so she waited in the shade,
where the old forest rots.
