Die Before You Die



there is not but a figure that has not yielded death

not a creature that hasn’t felt their skin peel

their eyes shed

this silky glass slipper broken

for haven’t you touched the mirror before, unable to place the face?

the wild ones, their claws break and fall

death is breaking

breaking goblets, breaking vases

breaking needles that need to sew up cuts and wounds

let thy blood fly free!

for as we lay dying on our noble bed of defeat 

it is not but someone else who has stuck the blade in our chest

but our own hands 


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