She stood there,
Her dark eyes staring...
Lying in the water,
Tangled in the reeds...
Voices come from my pillow,
From my head, from the air...
Piercing through my neck, a flash of ivory,
A burst of pain, then nothing...
I bring the knife down upon your broken body,
Slashing and cutting...
My skin is nothing more than a bandage to cover up all the damage inside. |