the wait is over
you break open
stealing means desire desire
clocked in winter shiver
old drawers
wood splits in two like you
laughing means ambition ambition
conditioned
narrow
blackened arrows fly

the wait is over
you've smoothed over
the words are simple enough
but the coldest yet
the way bleak north
a sharpened sense
pierced the heart
blackened arrows fall


not on a string
though I will sing
what's about me
hidden cleverly


I'll shoot shoot shoot you down