by Frances Barbe
At the bottom of a swamp sits a woman.
A sound awakens her body to motion.
She emerges dripping to the surface, with creatures and moss
sticking to her.
She walks across Monet’s Water Lilies, smelling with her ears and
arms for the sound that awoke her.
Her tail darts behind her, guiding her direction.
Her flashing eyes of fire throw dangerous glances into space.
Attacked by darts from within her body, her torso is pierced.
She is emptied through these holes.
Air rushes into the empty body and she becomes a spirit.
Melting back into the water, she floats on its current.