I see the veins wrapped around my bones
Glimmering blue bonds restraining me
The meat of my self, pulsing in attempts to break free
But I am held in place
Like a fishing net, they catch up my expression
And I am grateful
For without the restraint, my essense would everywhere be spilled
Still, life seeps from the the grating
Down my limbs it streams
As a river fresh cuts through the swamp
or is it my plain?
Collecting to pool, then dripping in my wake
So trailing the source
My bridal veil will never be disembodied