ignorance is ash
& it is impossible
to ignore what a
Wretched horrid painting
I am, I become

Crafted from bitter teeth &
an alcholic fath
I am but a black lamb set out
for Slaughter
to be stripped for parts

My Psyche was enraptured by
the act of you and Yet
You tie my wrists
down with thyme
Place a golden apple betwixt my lips
and
flee to the forest

i tell you to stop coming back but you always weave your way in to me