scarcely tethered to this time, i'll snap my beak & break the twine.

buoyant abeyance of disbelief,
blend me beautiful!
a ferocity to be fortified
in the quietude of the lonely night,
all trembling and fear are less now than sweet solace.

oh, call it off!
call it caw-cacophony!
it shall be ended.
stripped, strung and suspended,
marrow from the bone.
sucked out like poison from the wound,
emergence from the wilting womb.

tis i who refuse the sooth
-sayer, i flay her!
dice her finely and saute her.
oh, so it goes,
throw in a handful of toes.

© 2007 : Jenny Ryan