Cleansing the Alabaster Lily
Bashful fox leapt into the womb of its den, when my conscience began sparring with rain. I dared the deluge to meet my brief existence with forceful pricks. Desperately, I ached below the malevolent sky, heaving out swears to swallow each definitive drop; inciting Tlaloc's assault for spite.
Destined, of course, to a sacrificial surrender.
I riled with fists full of nothingness, wailed to the bite of vanishing --gushed forth in swells of vociferous displeasure. Nearly realizing the wingless flight with each pitiful pounce.
Though nothing more than a fettered puppet, breathless 'neath the pressing chill of nimbus fingertips.
© 2015 blue angel
[100 word story poem]