(A poem for Tegan)
Wine
Charcoal
Roses from the grocer across the street
Lancets
Sea Salt
Candles
A new Chalice?
Incense wafting through the air,
Flowers strewn across the altar.
Like a snake shedding its endless skin, life transformed.
From life to death and back again, always something new.
Fear is a taste on the back of your tongue, but wasn’t it worth it? 
Copyright Lauren Elise
July 2018
Cassandra Ensnared 