kitsune.


Kyoko's best friend had hazel green eyes

when they walked side by side

the world made sense so

everyone could see the symbiotic lines

reaching across the distance

like a river wending and winding

cut in the topography, gashed in the landscape

when she spoke her voice leapt in bubbles and streams

that could coax a cynical heart into forgiveness

together they would sit on rocks in the forest

whispering ancient tongues

casting spells to make the world less scary

climbing trees to get to heaven

hands full of dirt, a drop of salt to the earth

in a field of foxes at twilight

there was no escaping

the fool's gold etched aross their eyes.