Black Water, Black Bones
Michelle Muenzler
Sing me, yes sing
Black water, black bones
Drown my sorrows with all the rest
Sing me the night that came the storm
Sing me my love and his harp-strung hair
Dance me, yes dance
Black water, black bones
Shuffle my sorrows with all the rest
Dance me through to the blue-swell deep
Dance me my love now slumbering fair
Hold me, yes hold
Black water, black bones
Smother my sorrows with all the rest
Hold me the dark
And hold me the cold
And hold me fast till I’ve joined him there
Yes, hold me fast till I’ve joined him there
Michelle Muenzler, known at local science fiction and fantasy conventions as “The Cookie Lady,” writes things both dark and strange to counterbalance the sweetness of her baking. Her short fiction and poetry can be read in numerous science fiction and fantasy magazines, and she takes immense joy in crinkling words like little foil puppets. Visit michellemuenzler.com to find links to more of her work, or if you are feeling especially brave, check out her squidgy weird buddy adventure novella, The Hills of Meat, the Forest of Bone, on Amazon. She promises it won’t bite… much.