Ophelia roars her drowning words
bruises blooming violet beneath her eyes unseeing,
Oh This way
madness lies -
A skeleton shriveling to ivory dust,
Time cracks like kindling underfoot,
Icarus wings melting in the heat of the flare,
Wax blistering on golden skin,
last prayers falling from peeling lips,
Always
Too close to the sun
Or too close to the riverbed -
A shroud of lightning
A storm in the blood,
Scream, Ophelia,
Open your hurricane mouth and bellow,
The Gods have yet to hear your lullaby.