the right side rib of the ribcage
was where the voodoo entertained
she felt the entry at the cusp of nightpull
bones away from past lives
spacing mortal
ah she said
you've come
she let him in
pulled his hair into a tailshrug
night was a warm one
the path would be
an easy one now
he'd taken
what he wanted
and dark didn't hurt
just coated
the separation
skin shed
molten fall wind
where the orange responder
pushed the tattooed paw
while the youth left the building
without a whisper
not a word
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