An Explanation
Appearing suddenly and with haste,
Holding nothing but a dagger,
She cut open my throat.
Like a jilted mistress, naked under the moon,
She carved runes under my tongue,
Tore my mouth apart
And bled things previously unheard.
Breath came,
In the form of a warrior woman with battle scars,
Skin ragged and withered
Feet firm upon the ground.
Encased in mud,
The iron on her skin whiffed foul and sweet,
Like truth.
She hummed.
Loudly,
She clicked her tongue at me
And in her vision,
Poured breath into my mouth.
I drank it in and shared it out.
It was much too soon upon your chest
So you heaved and moved away,
Filled only with the sound of death.
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