wild onion fractal

Femme du Destin

hangs in thought the heroine blesses her tormentor

vacillates solely on the process of waveform freedom

toe dip

in storm ocean

firm sand

earthly shadows

disappear with illusionary regularity

 

cohabit she thinks

darkly

cohabit

the curved metal rim polished

to independence

 

drinks gruel with penitents

bent

on self-discovery

your reasons

are temporary