Birthed by an angry woman

Birth woman spit into baby’s empty grave

Abandoned in a thunderstorm

Raised by the desert earth and sky

Learned to hiss and crawl into wretched life

When laughing cold came love was needed

Love didn’t trust and rightly so

Quasi-child survived in thicket world

Taking just enough until a wish came

Demon offered to make the child whole

No eating lizard on table of dirt

Only give demon love and he will reciprocate

Demon’s death was bloody and quick

Desert child always knew who she was