Breakable things

Don't turn on the lights

leash of foxes, their stories like barter

Radio werewolf

Recite her the names of pain

Kiss, don't tell

ocean of eyes

truth that lies under skin and meat

Mothers, we dream

How selkies are made

secret of devils

Goddess, worm

priest of vast and distant places

games we play

For the things we never said

She who hungers, she who waits

Monologue by an unnamed mage, recorded at the brink of the end

You do nothing but freefall

ghost stories we tell around photon fires

quiet like a homecoming

And in our daughters, we find a voice

In the rustle of pages

Bargains by the slant-light

Some breakable things.