she wakes near dawn,
eats only with noon,
feigns illness till dusk.
this rain that pours
lulls even lions to sleep -
rinses rhythm from her skin,
but does not wash.
loved once in late June,
survives the month of July,
but cries only for August -
recovers once summer passes.
and when night falls
the fear remains the same;
the devil might steady.
