…with rain washing over tissue creases
Dreary ancient dear
Bones saturated in seconds that
Calcify old threats.
She eats the doom
Feeding her cellular atomic tomb
Silvery threads knitting stories into thin skin
Draped over muck at the entrance
To her castle of disgrace and black magick.
Welcome my child
Enter with curiosity
Inhabit the disturbing corners of your house
And greet each room
As you are,
Old Woman Gloom