Few

Nails splintered before the cracked sky,
adorned with scars and sunken eyes,
shattered the sphere, only to find arteries
paled with lead, skinned and spilling
warmed honey among stained glass;
how can I be lost, if you cannot be found?
The flesh of teeth, hold back the words you gave me,
but they’re not enough to stop the bleed;
to swell the tongue with sweet syrup,
to cease fleeting lashes.