Gorge

threat of winter, violent sea no more shall mischief mark will hold my scar under its moon and trace its haunted arc wander night in deepest sleep breathe into her mist blackest heart on inside bumps the reckless knotted fist ‘til fearless flies of fire rise converse in narrow beams droplets on a pin of light seep into my dreams then bleed in sound bullet bound beasts of Avalon cup of storms, haunted shrine shake the rising dawn now drag the darkness pitted skin whip into the sun and every lie I’ll magnify exposing one by one