Only the Earth
She lambasted her way to the depths of the pitunwilling to face his essence.
Now in a hole
a circle of granite surrounded her
melting, cooling, weathering, eroding
she morphed, her breath metallic.
Reverberation of her retinas
as she closed her eyes
yielded liquid crystal
she was a free slave to a living death
but etched her new nom de plume
along the wall
with her black hills gold
before dropping it and grinding it with her heels.
Now the earth would know her name
and only the earth.
Harmony Hodges is an artist living in Portland Oregon. She writes poetry and fiction and her work can be found online in the journal With Painted Words.