The night she gazes at me.
Relentless she stares,
until she has my full attention.
Sculpted tattooed shoulder glowing
in a spell cast down at midnight,
from the forgiving moon.
I wait for a lover not visiting tonight.
I place my trust,
as frail as snowflakes,
into a forsaken butterfly jar
that’s been purposely vacant.
Light flickering like a candle murmuring
a cast iron promise
bent and broken like playthings.
No one is my salvation
but I am in love this time
with a wing and a prayer.
Wings spread and talons sharpened,
I ripped a doorway into time and space
and kicked that bitch off the hinges.
She praises an unnamed goddess,
and I am to protect all that is precious.
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