I am the colors of Jupiter, I am speaking to the heads of executed women. I am sleeping inside a shark as it swims through the sea, I am the heat that flees the summer, I am the blood on the fox's claw, and I am the water in a drowned woman's lungs. I am the sound of locusts and I am the sound of moonlight and my whisper has no sound. My eyes eclipse the sun and I bring darkness to dream in. I bring the hand of mercy and it is a thieving hand, I bring a small cold knife held in the hand of love.
