Intoxic | By Varsha Patt

She wandered into the darkness,

Wearing moonlight on her skin.

Hair kept loose like the dark night,

When the day couldn’t help her.

With her claws out sharpened,

Her eyes focused and darkened,

She plucked the rose and

Ate the thorns away.

Mouth red with blood,

She at last tasted

the essence

Of the flower.

A tear dropped from her right eye,

And a scream from the left,

She stained her lips in Burgundy,

But her blood was wine.

She wrapped her legs

In ringlets of twigs;

Swirled and caught in,

She danced to a silent tune

Laughing and cheering,

Drunken on the nectar.

Trees, grass and the pond

Owls, crickets and ferns

Frogs and fireflies,

Everyone saw her

Solemnly pouring her intoxication

Around Everywhere

And getting

Everyone Mesmerized.