You and I, Scorpion makes Three

Sitting in dark corners
as edges whisper close by-
reading messages within life lines
of my palm,

(a palm reader bites her lip refusing to tell me)

what I already know.

You and I, scorpion makes three
birthing poison and other nightmares
in the deep, dark night of a diseased moon-

Crying tears of loneliness
and knowing Ill never see you again.