"I am fearless." she says to me

her hair is sticky with soil and matted with blood

 her face is simple like an alien's fingerprints

she peeled off all ten fingernails

she placed them in my hand

tied with a ribbon and lock of hair

my pockets were full of poppy pods 

 

 "I know the feelings of a secret."

she whispers amongst heavy sobs

my silence fills the room with moon dust and fire

her tears turn to oil, her face stained dark black 

the wetness of her womanhood paints me white

my bones break through her skin and turn to ash