She Cries a Vengeance

Water be still, kill to a calm and drown.

Art is in your strokes, mind in your ripples.

The banks frosted by the Lady’s breath,

Sky gone cold, gray as the mist.

She is here, leaves in Winter.

Downstream of blood, agony in believing

A past could submerge a crisis.

I hear her. She cries a vengeance.

Could fragile frills fringe my fear?

Death is a shadow on the pavement,

A painting in the river.

My family gone, I know disease.

It’s the demon I carry in me.