TsubasaNoYUKI

In her womb, a forest In her chest, a storm. Silver moon songs swell her lungs As brambles pierce her spider silk dress. Soon the trees will eat her whole, But for now she is a ghost With the wisdom of a sparrow As it makes its nest. Black branches shaking, Screaming willows, groaning birches, Fresh earth paints pale skin, As the night tells all its secrets. Long haired sirens with dripping fingers Sing and chant, hungrily circling A virgin girl defiled By a sweet and musky scent-- Her hips are too wide For lullabies.