tie a strand to a stick
my hair, dark brown
curse my name
call a sacrament to my demise
hide in the corners of my dreams
inside your blood are voices
the birds chirp hymns
a fox’s carcass covers your eyes
blood stars line your chest
a thorn, red stains
break the stick
but dont break my heart
cast a spell on me
spit into a fire
vines of your soul grip my heart
splinters in my chambers
perform rituals in my ribcage
dance upon the stars, fly to the trees
i will watch you, stained on your lips