too full of dark vapors to ascend to the skies

too full of dark vapors to ascend to the skies

by Henna Ink

there’s something serious

about raping a willow tree—

stripping a wood elemental

of its innocence

and vaporizing the luster in its pale green eyes

between the lying blades of ascension’s scissors,

she must have cut herself

a dual nature—

it wasn’t a matter

of vanity,

or even for the revenge

of her airy body

and peevish spirit;

she was the daughter

of the River


but he failed

to foster and guard her artistic bark

and emerald hair;

with alchemy’s life force, he

reclaimed desire—

inside an unlocked dressing


her skin began

a tense

and distant relationship

with a permanent reminder

of giant clouds