Exhale

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 Take breaths. 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 They appear. She exhales.