Within the hollow spaces of her
Ashen coals simmer, hiss and crackle
Like anticipation molecules vibrate faster, faster
Like quivering muscles held taut.
Particles stir, vivid imaginings fill her lungs
And burn deeper into the core.
She lingers in the tension
Of her unspoken intentions.
She doesn’t exhale.
Molecules gather, air pools
Within the shell of her, visions take form, take teeth
She summons leviathans,
Ancient forms, oldest truths
And the smoke weaves around her.
Then, like blood from a stone,
Truth from a play of words