The shape shift cavalry

She disappears into the swollen bellies of predatory beasts
then comes out wearing their hide.

The shape shift cavalry,

Wide mouthed,

Poison lungs.

Orange embers burning before souls turn black.

I take pieces from the spine you lack.

Kitten paws licked,

bleeding down her thighs.

Golden paint across those eyes.
Gleam,

Sun rays,

Solstice soaked.

-Saree McClaran 062116