Vex

Hush, ancient purr

I swore off obsidian thoughts

And lay awake on broken glass

I bled out more than once

I drew the poison out

The scavenger feeds in hum of low sea

Cast-off exuviae in fragility

I kept my head down and bit my tongue

Until I tasted love

Rare form at the casement, for which I burn

Perfect psychosis, noiselessly whirrs

Then hear the reflections, the words they demean

(Then come, destroyer, then come, destroyer)

(We'll fight with claws and teeth)