{lux perpetua}
they brought me to see you, you know, and you were lying more peaceful than i've ever seen you
hair sprawled out all gold flames and i thought brynhild but that's not my myth is it
your bones unfolded higher than too-blue sky and
curved graceful into bleach-white trellises
poppies and roses and amaryllis spilling out soft and limp
(i heard once anemones are the piled lacy guts of a goddess's lover
but that's not my myth either)
peace doesn't suit you, you know.