
[mixed media on diary box]
She didn't mean for it to happen
but there she was in the murky waters
and when her mouth opened
the foul vipers drifted up into their complicated patterns.
Sinewy and dark they wrapped clouds
around the sun and blotted out the day.
She could barely catch her breath in the undertow.
This is what unfolds when you're lured
into old rivers without a thought for how heavy
your dress might become
and the damage you could do to the sky.
She almost died, this girl.
She almost lost herself
under the swirling blackness
but for a trust-carrying messenger who
sailed by her open mouth and
shone a lantern up into her words.