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