Carrie-Ellen

Conjured by gravity, she shape-shifts in adventitious magic Apprehensive of resistance, she folds, bent into his charisma Rough rocks spiny are smoothed to bubbling baubles rounder Rough rocks silent are cajoled to gush repartees that thunder Inside their walls they shine beguilingly, holding her in radii, even as she spreads, spilling her misty veils on them to escape- Ellen first, she gliding-sways, serpentine-sculpting with ease, longing for the deep stillness of his pull where she can pool Long her limbs grow, as she turns into Carrie under control... Ellen or Carrie, autonomy of form’s forever beyond her scope Never was a fate more apparent – to flexibly flow and drown (6/17/2021)