the songs
of the words
has changed again
this time
i care not
for the hymnal

skating
the thawing rink
of desolation
surrender seems inevitable
angst is a candle
burning the rope
holding damocles sword

this causeway
of pits and pendulums
growing ever closer
ever whispering
ever screaming silently
into the emptiness
of night

fear becomes a beacon
bitterness floods my mouth
as if
anise and wormwood
are the only seasonings left
in this season
of betrayal

all roads lead home
to the dark room
the steady lashing
of maternal dismissal
no one hears the sobbing
because no one
cares to care