The Black Cat at her Backdoor

infinity comes closer. brushing on the edge. questioning the montser for motives. it just is. dark when the sun is absent. cold when the winter sets in. long because you've been waiting. hard because the soft is reluctant.

salvaging the algebra. finding the pieces. yellow teeth chewing on the glass. closed circuits identifying the source. naming all her castles after strangers. as the moat rises.

out loud she recites the equation. blood. skin. temptation. voices. no one can hear. places i never knew were there finally finding me. straw walls crimping against the wind.

little children. explaining infinity in missing crayons.