Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

Cradled, 
Softly. 
Hard won, 
budding flame. 

Memory brush 
P a s t  
like vultures on stiff deer.
skin prickles,
lingers.

She ate fruit 
every so often 
Logan berries – peeled precise 
at a table,
waiting. 

I hum 
through
storm winds. 
The banshee howls.
Ignored.

Rain pours
down 
my hollow cheeks 
caught between duty
and extended
falcon 
wings.