fragments (spells)

spells
of your fingers
sprinkle my skin
as words,
as droplets of blood.
…sticky red stripes,
cold vipers slide down,
rains on my toes.

I keep you silent
when I am awake.
I let you whisper
my dreams into my hair
when I sleep.

an animal chews my flesh,
in the dark,
when you’re gone..©

Author: Nina K Orlovskaya