I think I’ll die in the quiet,

Save my shine for my only lover,

My only lover

Who died for truth in the other room,

Through the wren bone the voice of youth

My brightness breaks in the daylight,

Fills my eyes as I cut my body

I dress my body,

With the golden string from the other room

Coiling softly from the voice of you...

In this room,

I wait for...

Now, when I dream I feel my size

Leave me to kiss the one I despise,

My Flower

My Dreamer

My Lover

The stealer

In Feather

In Ether

Repeat Her...

I think I’d shatter the quiet,

And break time

With the voice my mother cried

To break violent lines

That carve their names in my thighs

Now, where I speak my mind resides

But I’ll never leave this room I despise

Mother,

My Healer

My Other,

The seeker

Tethered,

In Ether,

Release Her...

In this room,

I chase the death you...

My blood...

I’ll softly touch the weight of the willow with my blood