Crown of Bats

I.
I don’t understand…
You’ll see, He says—dark eyes dangerous.

Bats stream from my tear ducts,
miniature licks of soft black skin
scatter across my cheeks,
staining me in His mischief.

II.
I have to let them fly.
My emotions too heavy again—something must give.

His lips curl at the corners,
a rumble in His chest for me.
I smile through ancient tears
as I transform
from inward
to night and day.

III.
I feel lighter after confession.
I’d been keeping my bats
to myself—
until now.

Things shifted.
A want to expose myself to You
became the truth.

I’ll wear them
as my crown.

Moonlight Spiritus