The glass
and hiss - lifetime
hours - inside weak;
wings that trod and trace -
Moving like the scent of a serpent;
The time of restless
need disguising – a fear of warning;
Hard of wings and soaring cackles;
Plagued in ash and darkness;
Falling sounds , take;
Even - so frightened, her dead - the wax
of light;
too broken in silent night;
Eyes unbalanced and breaking;
Like a rock hard upon itself;
In dark shadows of unholy dark;
So strong - remaining thin - in reflex;
A voice - a skulled child;
Opening in restless maze;
made with blood and stones;
A scattering about
in her own;
Hands climbing - she climbs - through sand traps
A fear –
withering skin
dead, torch, hurried-
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