To Discordia
Elizabeth Daniel

You were born screaming
You awoke drowning in the darkness
And you climbed
Alone
In the shadows, pressing
Against the fevered morning
When all you had was fear
To eat.

People singing
Later they ate flies and ashes
You walked among them dreaming
Of wakefulness
Of freedom
You danced to their song
And they devoured what was
Left of your heart.

The wolf girl
Cupped you in her hands
And sipped life from your spring
Yellow teeth
Yellow eyes
The scent of plague and gunpowder
Death
Brushed against your cheek
Like the thin fingers of a lover.