slathered in metal armor she is malleable.


she covers me.

at night she sparkles, spinning, spectacularly



Densely bound, she shines.

She laughs at flames that dare to lick her face.

White hot she pierces past perceptions plainly prismed

wrapped in wind, she a whisp of a whispered memory almost always forgotten

she is bold.

The cover of night can not shield from her iridescence.

In the noise she breathes bringing babel beside her breast bringing

life to those who’ve lived her

deafening those who silence her

impervious to the terrors of humanity

she spun shining over me


i sent word to iris hoping she’d find me.

it’s been years since we spoke.





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