in her garden i am empty,
bloodless,
yet very much alive
in the silent swell,
harm’s embrace.

her cruelty knows no limits,
in her light i am blind,
forsaken,
guarding my waste land
like a filthy, frightened thing.

hyacinth girl,
beloved:
the seasons fall apart
in grievous harmony.

(i am certain death knows salvation.
why do the shadows dispel beneath me,
faced with my earthly pain?
where is my mercy?)