made friends with last night and incompleteness
book ends and frostbight is salivating
when i go
they won't know
squadered a siren and drove myself drowned
wandered and worsened in conversation
since the fall
i recall
autumn fondly
cold, cold
death kills me more when they grieve
at the surgery
breathing a sigh to relieve
pent up perjury
rotting in ripeness to fill
full of somewhere
but they'll comb the country until
i'm in crosshairs