Underbelly

She walked over the trees and in the snowy forest of the underworld.

Lives shaken and misunderstood.

She never knew what it could be if the lines bent sideways with her eyes upside down.

The snow tastes like rain, she said.

The snow tastes like rain.

Fall on my face like an icicle through my soul as I leap across words and burn my feet on the rain splattered snow. 

He paints his mark and leaves the rest.

I’m crazy, I said.

And he walks away between my toes. 

Lives shaken in the underbelly of darkness.

Curled up like a ball and fetus the same.

Paint me on the unshaven rain. 

Fingers taut with bouncing limbs. I dance across the sea.