Revelation

Jane

Always the simple one,

Red crinoline peeking out beneath her hemline,

Teeth white,

Voice clear.

Never angry until you cut her off at a light.

Lucia

Butter melting, 

Her thighs barely touching when she walks

A whisper in every syllable

Like she’s hiding you under a table

While the world beats itself to death

Raven

Deaf and pale

Head tilted to suggest listening

Lips a vermillion flood

Feral truth 

She’d sooner swallow than reveal.