When the clock does tick tock
It does wake you again
in flood the rivers awash
with slithers and withering dreams
of unbidden monsters
counting unpealed screams

it's time to drown slowly
it's time to run fast
no matter her pace never
to outrun the past

filled with earth flavoured
bon bons and beach scented lies
all faithful young child slighted
by his hunters knife

it's a coat of the forest and
a gown of dead leaves
in these sad deathly hallows
my soul he did bleed.

J.C. 13/03/2019 3.30am