She is chills & bare bones
He has no reason or sense of season
Who craves a warmer clime
and plays with fire to burn her down
Winter sundays his flames best kindle
firing tongues spent in prayer
Upon false lips
His kiss spills blood
That death makes sweet
Kneeling close to ground and groundless gods
Betraying all
Broken flowers to dreams demented
Water spilled in silent screams
I’d feign deliver the after birth
to keep my mother giving earth