āĀ Ā itās a childrenās game,Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā speaks the mother of all unliving things.Ā Ā Ā she is most content in rotĀ Ā :Ā Ā Ā Ā the night takes a feverish interest in themĀ Ā Ā Ā (Ā Ā Ā Ā they stand upon an isle cut into a perfect circle,Ā Ā a foggy lake surrounding them in a thin strip,Ā Ā the amorousĀ haunting of a crocodile lurking belowĀ Ā Ā Ā ).Ā Ā Ā a mausoleumĀ stands proudly behind them,Ā Ā hiding the strip of land that connects them to the fields and the house that lay in morning light.Ā Ā THIS,Ā HOWEVER,Ā Ā IS A HELD BREATH OF DARKNESS.Ā Ā Ā she holds a crossbow in her hands,Ā Ā trailing fingertips along the silver slick of metal.Ā Ā her smile is a purr,Ā Ā her eyes are alightĀ Ā :Ā Ā Ā Ā she has stolen the world and tucked it away in herself.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā you try to shoot the apple.Ā Ā do you want to put it on your head?Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā @stlazarus
