THE RISE AND FALL II

The clock is ticking... run, little one, run! as fast as you could before they get you hide behind the tree, and its leaves will shower you like confetti dig, little one, dig! ten feet below three flowers were cut today— Love, Hope, and Faith gather up their bones you shall cloak them with burnt …

THE RISE AND FALL

I need to get rid of the demon roving around inside me pierce, prick, slit, sip! my blood drips like red wine from the cracks of a glass, my skin loses its color and like rotten petals, I fall off one by one from my stem I'm all over the ground, dressed in muddy misery …