Frozen boy dethaws from fire inside girl.

She had read the fairytale and followed the treasure map to the Lake of Ice Blue-Green-Teal to find the boy. She lugged her sledgehammer and chisel on her dog sled for thousands of miles with her muffler covered in ice shards sharpened from arctic winds gusting through white pines.

When she found the boy and kissed his frozen purple lips his blue glass eyes shone brightly and she heard the buzzing of bee's come from his chest. He thanked her for her quest by turning her into the queen bee. Crowning her as such did not necessarily mean she knew of her new regal status. Instead, her life just began falling into place. Piece by piece.

She began finding things...things lost years before. Earrings, notebooks, scarves, whisps of directions and definitions of vocabulary words. Things she had not seen in what felt like life times appeared in cabinets and drawers where they had never ever been. Broken things were mended and neatly placed back on the shelf glued or sewn.

Meditation overcame her. She found herself awake earlier and earlier, wandering giddely through winter time fog, greeting the morning with renewed faith in the universe. Her orgasms began to shake her like thunder and lightening, sending electrical bolts into every corner of her body.

Suddenly everything she was never good at she could do, even backwards. She understood algorithm's and theorems and gene sequencing and paragraph diagramming.

And all the while the icey boy she thawed smiled... golden in glow slightly aloft, floating.

bird girl

Her regal
bird like state
went unnoticed
largely because she sat so far off,
so
high
up
in her eagle's nest.

A chosen hiding place.
In plain view but
far,
far above.

Long taupe feathers.
Sleek cunning eyes.
Deadly talons resting
on the edge
of an
empty nest.

The young maiden bird of prey hunts alone,
for herself.
Returning to a nest
already built,
but vacant, as the autumn's reds
turn to
winter's whites.

A distant rabbit
bounds through
tall grass.
His soft wheat coat
soon spilled
with his own
warm blood.

She brings her capture back
to the wispy round nest,
high atop her perch.
Far too high for her prey to evade
or escape
without falling to an unsavory display
upon the earth.

Coyote moans and
buzzards circling in wait, for leftover bits.

Her
death
grip,
a far more seductive way
to enter the end.
Each piece of glistening flesh
pulled by beak from bones,
until the ecstasy of Hades
takes him.

Soul disappearing
deep into her belly.