 December burns sweet
eyes drip honey over
toes unpointed. She presses
pen to paper, no escape
but a star she cannot find.
Forgetful, her feet
are, they wander
far. No breadcrumbs
to lead her back home.
Curtains drape, she bows
to a silent theatre painted
violet. Electricity sparks her
tender body. Velvet illumination,
a guide to virgin land.
Image: @kryziz
