Gothic eyelids
The ferals
Play in the rafters and outside
The rain is pouring…
Drums are pounding softly
A tin whistle joins in
Weaving us a spiralling
A spiral up and down and through
The heartbeat drum…
Drink this
Blink in deth
Delicious deth is life
I would die for you too
Die with you
(They laugh at their big game)
is song
is promise
Tiny white flowers way up there
look child a spray of orchids
with tiny many coloured spiders balancing on their invisible threads
dip their delicate petals and say
“they spun a web for me”
and they swing off her lips and play in her hair
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