Soft Feet - Tasseomancy

When I wake

I fear the night

Coming forth with violence, I

Coursing the homes with horns and hides

Soft feet skipping to the hum of thy knife

Howl

Howl

Howl

Howl

Howl

Howl

Howl

And the chorus said to me

Don’t be unwise

Soft feet skipping to the hum of a knife

And the poet said to me

Don’t be unkind

Parts of her face are glistening white