lead you away
from these false idols
warm hands within mine
smelling of basil
smelling of salt
smoke-choked
ashen.
fold the bloody sails
trace the words
steeped
scrawling
"dear you
so sorry
my heart is monstrous"
teeth bared
coming down hard
wishing yourself away
you've had enough of these bastards
can't keep my promises
you smashed the bottles
ferns lying restless
under your fingernails.
you'll see the sun.
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