Grin and teeth

Hair like kelp.

She was born kneeling.

Not at the cross, but at the cough, cigarettes and cheap whiskey. Where wild women go.

She planting fires underground.

Letting colorful wings go.

Zeal is whispered and lay down to die.

She lets out many written words as she kneels again. Aside.

Mercy in the Nick of time, where wild women go drunk on whiskey and Rye, breathing on the long winter storm.

Grin and teeth.