By Rebecca L. Morrison
I emitted those glimmering words
cloaked with volcanic desperation.
They fell;
they settled.
These walls spanned a mile;
I grieved on Egyptian cotton.
I tied you to my feet and sank to the depths of the Nile.
The crocodiles offered their famous smiles,
and the drought swept through,
leaving us with cottoned tongues.
I satiated their home with what dripped
from my lashes. And as they basked,
you were thirsty,
and I filled your cup.
