Settling.
I reveal a sacred space where time exhausted itself.
Beyond the barriers of time I rode across an empire.
Dabbling in the dirty soil of puddles gone haywire.
I knew this was the end of a long journey.
Feet settled on driftwood, cactuses in the distance.
The horizon was pink with faded rose dusty petals.
I felt hope as the warm wind caressed between my legs.
The journey began in alone desolate place.
Of shotguns and greering faces with missing teeth.
They raped and stole my identity and ate it for dinner.
Writhing dripping saliva, ripping away my flesh.
I died a death of absence.
The seasons slipped between my fingers as cherry blossoms dithered their way onto a quiet immobile, cold, statuesque face.
She awoke with a grasp and a sacred laughter awoke her-
The dance tickled her tummy and she knew she was not dead-
just a state of impermanent intermission.
Delicately feet settle into the dusty spring- wash away the cobwebs-
they are all dead and gone.
She rides the wind of a horse’s fury as the delicious breeze licks her lips and ignites her skin.
Her life is here.
She is alive.
Riding on the wind.
—Carly Ko
