Mooncharge necklace And in the hollow of

And in the hollow of her throat

A petal tucked behind her ear

she waited — the lover with poison on her lips and petals in her hair

holding fragments of the night’s magic

Mooncharge necklace And in the hollow ofWe know the clearing by the way the air changes. Cooler, sharper, like something has already passed through and left space behind. No one speaks when they step into it. No one ever does. They are already there. Not waiting never waiting but standing where the light falls strongest, the necklace held between both hands as if it might resist what comes next. Weve seen it before, the way they lift it slowly, arms steady despite the weight, until the