Then my fears found breath
and walked through the night.
Its wings burst through my shoulder blades,
stretching back to cling on to the low hanging moon.
It talons clawed out of my knees
and planted their roots in mud-stained roads.
Its hands held my breasts and pulled,
hoping to expose my heart.
I buckled and offered it
my gentle pacing blue heart.
There was no blood here tonight.
Not even a lake of tears.
There was only this spent knee,
ruptured shoulder blades
and vulnerable heart
wondering the dark street
of hope deferred.