Last I remember, a blade of silver was placed in my left hand,
A cold chill accompanied by a hundred or more voices,
All vying for an audience,
Came to speak with me as a mob of viewpoints,
All contradicting one another.
So she's the newest sacrifice,
She won't last a year.
I told them to shut up which they did.
That was when an inhuman, ghostly voice,
Spoke words that felt in tune with my pulse,
When I tried to rebel I felt like I was burning,
I couldn't escape it with Matthew and run away,
Though I almost held out long enough.
I told him I needed to rest, which I did,
Lying with my back supported by a wagon wheel I,
Tried to fall into rest, but each time I began to drift off it,
Stabbed my heart,
All that was, accelerated.
Spinning lights appeared above.
I was frozen by fright.
Yell out and I'll turn on you,
I'll make his death slow,
Cut out his eyes, leave him deaf,
He won't see it coming.
I was quick to surrender,
Since resistance only bought pain
I thought of Matthew when I said,
Ok, I'll do what you ask,
He was perplexed and asked me if I was alright,
I smiled and nodded politely
It said the roses needed cutting.

I woke up in his arms,
Cradled in his scent beneath open clouds,
Spring had spread everywhere,
I thought it winter as I slowly opened them,
But I was pleasantly surprised.
Matthew held my smallnesses, as both strained reaching for answers,
I didn't know I wanted.

Can you see them?
I'll ask tilting my head to the left,
As smiles coupled with warm emotions.
Touch and hold your hands sisterly.
Those spinning weapons,
indescribable without set shape,
Fashion them into whatever you like,
I'll say as my head returns to its proper place,
Addressing one of my loyal subordinates.
The last painless you'll know is,
His gloves on your back.

I seized her arm,
Held that crippled trembling hand,
Freed Janet from silence by,
Opening her trust forcibly and resolutely,
I had to set her free even if I had to,
Break each finger one by one.
Until she dropped it and reverted back,
Into that unflowered girl propped up against,
An unwell.
I didn't stop even as vile unmeant words,
Lashed my heart raw and bleeding,
Twice round the globe.

As that grip loosened,
Shaking uncontrollably,
Often flickered a shade of bronze,
Betwixt hushed gasps of silence,
A turning wrist, twisting against mineral limits,
I heard a song playing,
As her sliced arm betrayed by inhumanity,
Shook and convulsed without forethought,
I saw her salvation,
Dangling above my weakness.

I had stolen them myself,
Cloth of soothing tightness,
Wrapping it around damning proof,
Praying it to close around her pain,
To keep her from remembering.
Clueless and possessed by forbidden sufferings,
Janet grabbed a tuft of my hair and held it sobbing,
Pulling at the root.
Enduring my appropriate punishment,
She cried,
Through ungiving eyes nothing soaked her dignity,
Concealment continued though,
To herself she admitted,
What had happened.

Once reclothed and restored,
Outward appearance still concealed truth,
Her heart was elsewhere not here,
Someplace between hate and fear,
A space of ungraspable power and agony,
Few fear for few would ever near its core,
Willingly, still,
More and more initiates wormed their way towards,
That vacuous chamber,
It's mine she said,
It's mine!