One night the darkness spread itself,
a crow's wing that extended its shadow
to drape across the room and made fear
fold its sharp corners in my head
One night I unravelled, I pulled one cord
and collapsed in slow motion drifts;
soft pink threads of me released
from the shape of my body
and glided to the floor.
One night you collected my tears
as though you were a cloud to hold
in my rain, ever more black-bellied
as I counted out each pain,
one by one, on my fingers.
One night I tried to reel back in
the weight of my words; no escaped
sentence took the bait, you unleashed us,
they said, to the teeth of this moonshine air,
we are as light and free as snowflakes now.