Insurance denied her prescription.  Could they have denied her suicide attempt?  or the criminal trial which led up to it? the smirk of the perp in his Jack-Mormon tweed, handcuffs and jumpsuit removed?  his abject refusal to take the stand, raise his hand, and swear to tell the awful truth?  the hand with which he parted the ruffles of her Sleeping Beauty nightgown? and diapered his own wee rosebud daughter, biding his sick sweet time until she bloomed?   

Lunar eclipse
What now can turn
these tides?

“Sorry” could not have assuaged.  “Guilty” can neither restore nor resolve.  Some things lost no longer remain to be found.

Queen Anne’s Lace
in a sunbeam
a droplet of blood

Sometimes, she’ll hold my hand.  Sometimes, my eyes, with hers which saw too much, much too soon. 

light sleeper
caldera’s lake of fire
simmers