Her porcelain face turns toward tolling bell her lacquered skin shifts behind an Oni mask smoke bellows from nostrils fragile weave of white matter morphs g r e y The mist shaman hangs from invisible silk pebbling dew drops with boney fingers frost diamonds beam a breathing tomb twenty-three years before light dispersed mind f o g comets fly from eye pools to reach her chin the mask c r a c k s revealing her downcast eyes hold one thousand bitter-gourds her warrior dissipated raised snow jelly scars rupturing her spine suit wings dark elegant stained gore she lifts wings wide toward sky
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 