Page 100 - Dark Matter:Women Witnessing Issue2

To eclipse her body

with the moon of his scope

Unaware

That he will stitch himself

to her with his bullet

Pull her red voice

into the story of his dreams

where she will unearth him

from himself

Reverse the hunt

to let him be the prey

and follow his own

blood trail

Over new snow

deeper into woods

that are the winter

of his rib cage

His frozen house

of breath and bones

that aches with the thaw