Look

Do you really look at her?

Stare into her eyes and into her being?

Into her mind -
There is a world there where things move at speeds only surpassed by light
Passing through darkness and leafless forests of branched memories.
Murshrooms of experience grow on the rotted pathways tangled with spider webs of emotions
Often picked for potions
of poison to be placed in her ears by the tongues of God-like Men.

And she hears them
Whispering phrases of forsaken promises and deeds
Festering
then spreading like weeds down her nervous system,
her spine
Taking its time to find a way to burrow deep into her heart
Now that's the hard part.
Cause it's guarded by Menshen and its locks are unbreakable.
Her spirit - unshakable
even as the tremors rumble at the gates.
They want to take
but she's not serving this up on plate nor platter
Until there is a satisfier of all that is deserved and desired by the ever burning fire.