As I laid there my body thumping
my mind seemed to be twisted...
Is it blood or wine
that dyed the holy rivers...
A soiled placard blows
across a nuclear wasteland...
The dreams
Make them flee...
I once had a crow, he was shot in a storm.
A bullet to the beak from an eye of scorn...
She was a midnight catastrophe;
her need to spin upon the pond...
An unseen ruse;
newborn's faint wails...
It started as a vivacious blue flicker
dancing on the tip of a match...
Harsh words and violent blows;
Hidden secrets nobody knows...
Never mind the scars that were
abandoned on every inch of my skin...
Wings black as night
Heart cold as ice...
Your lips are frozen
like standing time between...