Doom

Asleep in a thicket

 

Brambles and a nest of thorns

 

I listen to the wind

 

To lullabies in discord

 

Broken scales and promises

 

Minor keys, a child’s song

 

Of love unrequited

 

And nettles, tickling my heart

 

The god in my belly, laughing

 

Hungry and restless with thirst

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