Vision of a Cluttered Mind

Her eyes peel back and there is darkness, A flutter and a float takes a different fullness, Dipping, draining, forming, the light penetrating, She is there, peering through the wellness. Slivers straiten through the shaft of light, Her body folds and convulses that night, Twisted, flipped, wrapped, the light shined, She is there, contorted, feeling the fright. Moist and sticky, it lies in her spit, It cannot touch her unbend able lip, Torn, shorn, the light is now born, She is there, veiled, bending with hip. The light is consumed……..there is darkness. McKay Wood