Sugared Summer yarn It shifts as soon as

It shifts as soon as it’s lifted

a witness to the delicate weight of growing

the red beads catching the light as they shifted

The claw was brought up tangled in netting

The coil was their pact: a gift from the beast in exchange for freedom

Sugared Summer yarn It shifts as soon asMarigold sits cross legged in the grass where the daisies grow taller than her knees, their stems bending as she leans in too close. Theres sugar dust on her fingers, pink and chalky, sticking where the heat has made everything a little soft. The necklace in her lap is already half gone, bitten through in uneven gaps, the elastic thread stretched and damp where she keeps pulling it between her teeth. Her mother had shown her how to pick flowers