Words back up in my mouth
And get tangled...

I wear the red letter
Fastened upon my chest...

She holds a miniture glass bottle
Deep inside, like secret treasure...

One
Salt crystal seers...

Frail arms outstretched to
You and only you...

Little sister, in her taps
Small red dress upon their laps...

Fetal positioned body
Flesh still bloated and contorted...

In the Hell World
Lurking in my own depths...

Dark town with a
Dark forest with a...

Are two
And small beings...

I am
The bottle...

The rain begins to land
Like heaven's torture bombs...