Writhe through iron thorns
Knee deep in the murky, brackish seep
Lips wet with venom and new
Flesh to slake the need
Exploratory surgery
For amateur anaesthetists
Trace from clavicle to nape
With eyes that flit like fever dreams
Led at mechanical behest
To push the nails deep
As I unwind like twisted limbs
In that familiar serene
Eyes wide at the scope of it
Tongue slick with the thought
Some hope in alchemy
That salt exposed to vitriol turns gold
I wait for subtle changes
Metamorphoses and broken moulds
I'll drive that old coast road
Down past the pier en route to home
I'll pass the dimming pyre
And breathe deep that witch who does so stir the soul
Breathe
Down to the bottom of your chest
And as your feet lose purchase
Breathe
And feel the seems split open
Lift the lids, let the light in
Breathe
Down to the bottom of your chest
And as your feet lose purchase
Breathe
And feel the seems split open
Lift the lids, let the light in
This is a gift
Now let it grow or crush you