Crowned

Clumsy claws ring up curtains
Shears shatter them into the shreds; they are found
Youth  consumes dainty nails
Wind cries forth unto the sound
Of stems crumbling beneath flight's ground

Shady shackles bound the lace
Core demantled, rotten tongues
A staring eye without a face

Roaring
Rapture
Scorning
Taste

Bleed dry, like a rare stake
Opal thrown at a naked hope
The curtain's longing for a slash
Never even unpacked her case
Must vanish without a trace

Fuck this path, and fuck this place.

Short, stubby artifacts whose points bleed dry
A singing ring of falsehood faith
Ranting of love, ranting of life
Ranting of all the choices we've made
Bruised fruit, you are so useless to me now

Morning brings the shadows again
No hiding ground for the shining stem