roses & ivy,
grow,
s
w
i l
r
s.h.i.f.t & CLAW
back bone, bare bones, counting verteb
r
a
e
a s
spineless, no moral c p
o m
North
West East
South
never fond of waking up,
(bare feet, touching cold slate)
cluttered hearts surrender,
(wrists cutting, a fine lullaby)
holding pearls hands closed,
(sea urchins inhabit, a narrow soul)
painted roses en pointe(d) toes,
(thousands of galaxies, offer a million wishes)
tea lights will, guide her home,
and back to, a place she,
is yet, to know.
Life surrenders that,
soul mates,
never,
DIE.
© Sia Jane