fairies

A Poem by winter;lyra

doctor, have you lifted my liver
with a stiff touch, if you please
indistinct from that of death
see, I've produced it from my guts
this fear whose spirit I've distilled
into the base components of hypocrisy
I've mastered it in secret
this act, this domain of cynical despair
do you not trust me?

while the starving fairies circled my corpse
I gave them a sight most appetising
there it was, in vivid imagery
the riddle that rippled their wings