a lone valkyrie falling.

she drinks too much
leaves too much on the line
over does her smoking
swearing she’ll never light up again
again is just a word with a slight numbness
never profound meaning as it slithers off her tongue
constant never
boys fall prey to delicate eyes
bitter cold blue she says
every moment you think she is
is a moment she is not
heart less whole
holed and worn
scars twine skin into leathered form
bruising the mind in constant sound
enough death to know life
rooted deep pleasure to know pain
odd she sits
water thick flowing thru her veins
she’ll ask about the blood
unaware in that moment that everything has source
humble her
a lone valkyrie falling
the earth moves
she forgets to taste the wind
a soft brush against matter
raging war to bend her to knees
she takes hold of her bottom lip with a bite
nervous
unprepared
little girl in big girl skin
silently alone in the wait
she calls out a past
a crooked ear on a straight face
she is her never ending repose
griped then released
the way light shines into water
breaking into infinite indecision
pale skin in pale comparison
haunting full moons linger
shackled by a skyline
forage the outcome
or breathe
wait
water always settles
smoothes over surface
beyond heady conclusion
something to trust
make root in
conceive upon
a mother carries weight enough to know
knowledge beyond bones
flesh
worldly imperatives
improvise with me on this one
a lone valkyrie falling