devour

silent stream of tears

seize for no one

their mission down scarred alabaster

to find not a river to feed

but more lonely roads to flood

shadows grab and tease

greedy smiles have their way

to the ground she crawls

And what angels said they would guide us?

spit, tears and blood stain a once

perfect and bright promise

like dust in the air

her path… lost

reaching up for Him

she feels only heat from the raw earth

knees burning,

gluttony in its final moment looms

and into the deep depths of fire

her strawberry locks vanish.