Witch and her Worm

The ritual of change and pray to

Wake in a better place 

Every strand of peace

Cut short by waning wires

Our flesh is a witch; I won’t breathe it out

I am breathing in  

I am tearing up 

Breaking in to the floral shop

Ten decades of boarding up

Disguised by blue rose; insomnia 

Governed by maniacs restlessly painting

Your eyelids dripping on the sky

We are sinking in

We are teething it

The sovereign reach to your most tired disconnect

Our base form

And you will never feel it heal

So who will you bend your life with 

This time?