Sara Fielder - Crem de la Crow

When I was black and lacy
in the center of your soul,
and you were liquid poison in my blood,
I unfolded into a dark center of satin
where spiders spin their silver threads-
each one pliable and overlapping.
We formed a private world
where I spilled myself all over you with all I had
until I forgot who I was,
and grace vaporized into a mist of sorrow.
I could barely breathe through the smoke
of the wildfire that grew out of control
finally burning down to charcoal ashes.
And when it rained,
and washed them all away into the drain,
I crawled down there
to make a castle out of them.

Written by Sara Fielder © March 2012

Sara Fielder

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