Two Eyes Cenote electrum

She moves, covered with the dust of stars, slowly, bit by bit, and with delicacy, a kiss.

Blood! Surging! Not one thing on the ground anywhere escapes it! Wherever it touches it stains, stays and sinks in. Eyes open and the room is red, Tavina a last raven-shape in the bloody stippling.

“You hate me,” she hears herself whisper, intractable. Exhausted. Delirious.

Tavina, between her and the world.

“Say it,” Say it. The knelling, quiet and perpetual.