Into the curve of her breast,
I fall.
Endrenched.
She rides at night
upon shells,
wet with excitement,
shaking, bleeding,
revealing
parts of herself
left unfed.
'Take me to the bones,
Take me to the dead..' she wept.
And so I carried her,
and so I bled,
until I had nothing left.
For the bones within her were the ones that remained within me.
'Show us your skin,
show us your teeth,' they sang.
Am I witch?..am I whore?..am I hag?
Without life,
she is just white.
Give her life, give her breath,
and guide her toward home.
White upon the river.
Gliding, gliding.
White.
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