she poisoned the
sound of my own
name in my ears.
to hear it is to
feel the heart
pick up pace &
see the walls
ease into the
rosy red haze.
(lowering herself
to grace me.
she descends the
stairs that sh
will most likely
stomp & blister through
upon her ascension.
watch as
Firstborn basks in the "Glory")
it's wrong,
the way she calls
for me...
                 ...so why do I always answer?