By Lisa Rabey
The sky swallows and gapes; stars move in a frenzy never seen in any of my lifetimes.
Upon the grass, I wait.
It is coming. I am sure and ready. Tonight, everything will be possible.
The blood from sacrifices anoint my body. I prepare the right rituals.
The fire crackles.
The cold air that kisses my face has now begun to warm.
Woods around me are awakening.
Then there is nothing.