key to the willow pt VIII

she felt
the earth tremble
beneath bare feet
as the branches
swayed heavily
on the shockwaves

she curled
into a ball
as the dust clouds
swept down
into the forest
the last thing she saw
was a spark
grow ever closer
from the bright star
in the ladle
in the sky

her bear clutched tightly
as her chin
rested upon her knees
her face hidden
in a tangle of hair
as she kept her gaze
onto the ivory spiral

maybe this
would be the event
that knocked
the accursed door
off it’s hinges


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