Dragoncrest Cliffs your mom's an anole.

bone reading 
the pagan art of old women
and the horribly insane;
funny how the two entwined,
rarely mutually exclusive. 
maybe being a woman was enough 
to drive any being mad. 

it’s an old tradition,
cayetano draws the shape of a skull in the sand
like star reading, or studying the tides.
he thinks of the old medicine woman
kinilchel
her palms raised to a black sky,
blood pooling from their paws
he shudders and locks the memory away
hoping this girl would never know
the blood price for reading bones 
or seeing the future. 
it’s for crazy people
the coco locos
you know - saltwater drinkers.