Holy Fawn Empty Vials
Equus, our horse
I let her loose
Cut the tether
I saw her run away
Like an arrow past my sight
Will you light candles
So we breathe something?
Like a meaningful death?
Can I move forward
In a heap of bones
As a barricade
Or would I only slow you down?
Loosen my grip
Sieving what you hate
Writher
Did I succumb to this curse?
I'll sink
In a sea of tar
Writher
Empty vials
My bleeding palms
Dripping downwards
Writher
Nothing stirs
I'm frozen in
This looming void
I am
Writhing myself
A serpent coiled