Let us wander,
Through histories,
And memories.
Pluck the fruit!
A peach,
Here.
A cherry,
Here.
Let good come,
From bad things.
Never let it repeat.
Slaughter!
Cried the lamb.
Please fetch me the guillotine,
I shall wheel it into the square,
And walk away.
I am not one for blood –
Metaphor or figure,
I see it in my nightmares anyways.
Awake half the night.
How many times will I die tonight?
Darker secrets.
