Intravenous
I wake in a flood of apologies wringing my hands, dreading clear eyes. Storms in the whites, a tempest long coming, we choke on these lies. Sever the cord, ensure your grip's loose. You hold my wrists, shaken, you say I'm soft as a moose. You know nothing. If shutting these eyes could rob you of grief I'd love the world blind. Avenge yourself through branches going through me. A treasure in crimson clothed in despair. Draw the cloak, dye the sword; as you wish, as you like it. On my knees. Take the stake, light it, hope for our best, we will find solace