Don’t let go of the solidified blood that hangs from your body like a chandelier
Why don’t you bleed some more, until crystals appear?
Show me that you’re spiraling, fall into the abyss that sits near
Or fall upwards and completely disappear
Fade into ferns, and rosemary, and pomegranate flesh
Deftly senseless as they cut themselves on cage mesh
Prove that you’re not like the rest and you don’t want to be seen
Lay still in the grass until your hair turns green