Sleep allows all to be dealt with..

In mule trades- sleep helps cursing the shadow.- Apex predators.A war of a man. Unholy ghost like a father. Bone and jaw, he always wants more. Off loaded guts.A sinking tide in the higher fortunes of devaluation.
He swings, with teeth you do not see; Tentacles, manacles and chains- an echo back to a bathroom corner.

She feels the press of the enclosing cage. Entombed within a bruised corner, the hearth black and burnt, a sucking hole with both wrists bound.

The female salvaging part of me wants to speak. The scalded bride. She moves a finger. . One real point, a small thing. It connects.Woman vengeance in movement. There is again a she, and we the upright distain you. From here on, for comfort only your scales will be your skin. MB