The birds flock
in the brisk October sky...

...a maelstrom
curses...

Just tell me
who you want me to be...

Rise, then fall
surge and flame...

my lips
are dry like bones...

Today I am empty
all I hold is...

What is it
I'm afraid you'll see...

Hold me
like I'm broken...

I am soft and wide
like hips that have seen childbirth...

I'm crippled by
the pain, and fear...

Envelop me like a current
as the sunlight falls to pieces...

...like broken fragments
otherworldly...