My innocence treads
A dangerous trail
Wandering along a winding footpath
Of crimson spattered trees
Whose delicate limbs sprout
Fire encrusted flowers
Writhing in anguish and torment
My eyes are shimmering opals
Turned wistful by years spent
In a gilded land
Unable to register the blaring
Sirens of alarm
Meant to rouse me from
A cursed slumber
They're un-tethered from
The cavernous reality
That threatens to engulf them
And sweep them off
Gullible feet
The branches of the wood
Starve themselves of sunlight
Somehow seeming to
Unwillingly thrive
Instead of wilt
At the first kiss of lightning
Tendrils of pain flash and
Skewer hardened flesh
Anticipating the rawness of my bones
And blood
As my teeth chatter in the
Bitter air
My heart rattles in my rib cage
Like brambles against the
Ceaseless gusts of wind
Slowly, my gemstone eyes,
Frost over
Steeled by the
Inclement weather
Mercilessly hammering at
The edges of my fixture
As man gnaws like an ax at my trunk,
A ravenous demon
Killing in the name of an enemy
My spirit turns icy
Hardening my veins
And the corners of my soul
Suffuse a deep ebony
I glaciate myself in
Unknown waters and become
A statue
With eyes of deep obsidian
Frozen as I confront
The tenuous emotion
That is
FEAR
Spilled Ink 