CERVICE

Surrender to the flow,

We divide, apart, through the path of separation.

Clean the eyelids, wash the skin.

In every breath we sink together drowning in the air.

A pulse to leave, a pyre to burn,

a sight sore that dim all lights,

heartbeats swarms. Rises and beckon.

Beacon of creation, with brimstone woven hands

Awake from the slumber and cannot conceive.

A cold stare. Adrift.

A tread to life, a triumph of grief,

Let you embrace from a pale warm sleep

Slumber sovereign, watchfire.

We crawl

PATAU

Torn and divided,

collected in mothers arms.

The path is revealed, the hand sees.

Every step razes remembrance to the ground.

Towards light with soiled knees.

Open wounds becomes faint.

The lure heal the scars.

Gathered in mothers arms.

Cleanse the soul and the entrails.

Torn from the chest,

Dormant in the womb,

Choked by the cold blue sk