by Stacy Hurt

darkness finally~
peace and cold,

now I can work,
freely and with ease,

I do not practice
for perfection,
only function:
and that; I have perfected.

unborn mouths to feed
all are restless, confined.

I pass a single elegant appendage over it
soon my darlings…

beyond~

something stirs

something panics

something dies

we shall drink the heady nectar

of life itself;

by the glow

of my red hourglass