By Emma Smith (IG: @emzmariepoems)
Previous: "Resurrection"
she,
a lace-winged
veiled servant
of nature
               dirt mother
slips through
the open door
to wake you
from your earthly slumber

outside,
a leaf falls from a tree
and scuttles back to the earth
              slowly
              dirt mother scoops her hands
under your warm back
carries you
from one room to the next

she makes her selection
black nails poised to pinch
her next human life
like food from a plate

               but eternal wings of faith
flutter

as she bestows her kiss
             red lips
             to your soft     fresh head.
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