Kyoko is a savage
a seething animal rage
with a howling wind
and worn out brown boots
she saw you from a safe distance
that grew not so safe with every flinching second
her thighs, a suffocating vantage
firm and positioned
--this skirt will not let you out alive.
no breath
foul air
look sideways
when you walk through the forest
tread light steps
over fallen leaves
speak soft words
to the gathering moss
because she buried her heart in a box
and is racing high to find it
