Tuesday, 5 April 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Five


I’ll nighthag you.

I’ve run my fingers
through your hair before but
this time I’ll leave it tangled,
knots you can’t uncomb –  
elf-locks like scars
riven up your back
with steel claws.

The witch is riding
not scared to snap
                              your skinny hips.
Shadows wait to break bones.

I’ll be she who steps down
from trees
slips through keyholes
up your nostrils
compresses your chest with thighs
on ribs.

In the morning
you’ll blame the tightness
on smoker’s cough.

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