Eva Matulewski-Carter

9 March 2017

Villanelle

I feel that time unwinding makes my bones grow weak

Every fragile second brings me closer to my demise
The Wizard keeps the Pentacle at my heart and the Wand at my feet

My thought has no weight and my breath skips a beat

Purple lightning streaks the sky and I am forced to rise
I feel that time unwinding makes my bones grow weak

When will it be time again for me to fall asleep?

I am so tired of staring into those dark eyes;
The Wizard keeps the Pentacle at my heart and the Wand at my feet

My hand is no longer steady and it traces cold defeat

The planetary graces cradle my head when I am weak;
I feel that time unwinding makes my bones grow weak

Cosmic space splits me open and it feels so bittersweet

He slices my fingertips and spins me counterclockwise
The Wizard keeps the Pentacle at my heart and the Wand at my feet

But time goes on and blood is drawn til I no longer speak

He grabs my face and steals a taste and waits for my goodbyes
I feel that time unwinding makes my bones grow weak
The Wizard keeps the Pentacle at my heart and the Wand at my feet