Do not recoil from her raspy voice whispering into your ear in the darkness of the night
Do not push away her cold fingers, working their way up your trembling spine
Follow the black crow into the cornfields
Follow her into the endless ebony ocean at night
Look for her on the lichen covered trails of the forest
Don’t just glance into her ophidian eyes and then look away
Turn to her
And look and listen
Can you hear her heart drumming?
Can you see the longing on her tear-stained face?
Can you watch her turning into tiny particles of light from your gaze?
Lay next to her until she falls asleep under the phosphorescent moonlight
Merging with the universe once more
By Amy Jones