.you are a slow burn at the bottom of an ancient crater_
a hole in the chain link fence.





i am the broken clasp of your necklace,
your
knees buckling at the sight of
the job



//




Wielding a perfected form of
Inward
Arrogance.like obsidian mail


Sleeping like
Dragons upon great spoils

You are the arrow aimed true at the missing scale above the
Heart

Myself, having been roused to
Action -
Once last