The Child Once Warm
Mary's journey from Cora's first miscarriage, then success with her birth to her difficulty as the eldest.
Golden scarlet embers glow bright as the horizon deepens
Their entwined embrace lingers in the gloaming
Witches crawl amidst the screams of anguish that writhe inside her brain
The rounded sphere of flesh prominent against the sheets
A reminder, a determination, the readying of parenting
The whispery white skin that protrudes when she leans-
And tugs at her heartstrings, scratching her doubts
Nails dragged down a black board
A cry; they fly; blood red; stark black horror; velvet cloaked
Pure terror encapsulates their every pore
Silken cream pours from every palm
Moaning, groaning, a sharp ring
Death stands with his long, cold hand
Reaching out towards them, yet-
A softer side; sweetness in the sour; cream in the curdled
Honey dew sap is trickling through their hands
A cherubim; handing down from the Heavens
Borne by the Devil's heart that warms in the quiet of his home
He watches as she grows, delight blossoming in her eyes
Blue forget-me-nots that mingle with the oak tree
A strong head; wild eyed
Repressed by the desperation of her parents
Cold seeps back into the house
Through her pale skin; as the house fills up
A sweetness turns to curdled
She bears the mark of fate; waiting for her Dominion
She bears the agony to wait
For the one to put it all into place.