the moon rolls around the

blood of her  children...

with the gleam & clawed beak

of a white owl's sudden

appearance.

far too ominous for even her

own rondure--she dispels

cackles of ambience.

a lesbian **** of Hecate-s licking

each other's menstrual blood.

wasting nothing on her forest

ground--always right there where

death faints.

never  paling before her own ritual--

she watches away with an eyeless

socket (the ASMR sounds of a snail).

the illusory gatekeeper of a colorless

black.

warming herself with the sense of

what is shed beneath her.