I am – matryoshska in design
A doll within a doll – I must peel back the layers to reveal my yolk
Set in the deepest part of the forest – dry and dormant as winter
At the bottom of the lake – frozen over like Cocytus
Is a heart, beating frantically
The Puppet Master’s dead hand still grips it –
Eternity ensnared in his theatre.
I know she can find her way in
Draws out the path with her eyes – strange to me - not as strange as my own
One gaze of lightning – strike the dead leaves that blanket the ground
Ignite in me a fire so hungry – the wind cannot carry it
Too heady and thick with the promise
Of an unknown lust -
Smell of Soot in the forest air.
I know she can save me
The coliseum life is exhilarating – Nights and Days – churning up the forest floor
Flames licking at my doubts – wounds to be healed are sautered closed.
The lake is boiled down – leaving only his vice over my heart
She pries open his hand
Rips down the marionette’s strings -
Filling fast the lake with our whispers.
I know there is still work to do
Now that the needle is pointing North – magnetized again – Together we survey the damage
Nothing left of the forest – just foundation charred and barren – his arena left in ruins
Miles and miles stretching out of me – she inspects every acre closely
And stoops to move aside
A layer of burnt foliage –
Green growth fresh and healthy exposed
She says we can only build up from here.