Fallow State

In the sleepless, white nights, alone in wakeful oblivion, through the cloudless black frights--I dream of you, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. We are all bent in corners darkened, by unseen burdens. Wailing through the choking thrush. There is no one left to forgive us. There’s something in my eye. You know it happens every time I think about the love that i thought would save me. I call to you, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. We are all bent in corners darkened. We all are bent by unseen burdens.