First Light

Rapid-fire fingers search for smooth intricacies in the gears and metals. The spidery crackle of skin and bone can be heard as you dance over the tools and materials it takes to get the job done. Turning the dials with such god given speed that all will weep when they come to know you. Yes, you are the one who takes the strong pills. You are the one who decides when it is time to take out the trash, or better yet - when it isn’t. There is good in you now - I swear to the stripy shirt that you wear, I swear to the muffin crumbs that you left behind just for me. I hear you pray in the night and whisper to the god of dawn. We will wait until first light, then we will make our moves. You told me so.