like a sprite birthed fresh from the pines you could dance and the vines spun round your gyrating calves as if you were a sow in feeding like a bright young fish bludgeoned down on the pier with your gill slits stretched by the spikes of your dark lord
it's the way you hold out like a job or a daniel even it's the way you've grown in you are becoming legion
you know i went soft and my bones will not forgive me
when your brain swelled out past the bounds of your head and your eyes rolled back through the caves that were left as if you were a dancing coma when you sighed and gored out the gaping maw of your cat sacrifice takes time and the will to sow and spit forth
you know i went soft and my bones will not forgive me you know i went soft and your words will not forgive me