She is the densest darkness of the woods;
impenetrable until daylight, and even then,
pit-falled and precarious.
You think you can avoid her if you wait until morning,
but she’s a vapor that creeps though the cracks of any room
like Radon - undetectable by canary or aqueduct trout.
I glance up from my book and she’s appeared.
Her head tilted like a Jikata listening
for the strains of a song.
Teeth slightly… Continue