Sunder

A Poem by Hallow

I dreamt of spilled milk,
And awoke only to catastrophe.
Bad things in your head
Means nothing but atrophy.

And I hear it all the time
Your voice echoes in my head.
I'm ashamed to admit
I feel nothing but dread.

I'll curl up with your knife
A blade of good intentions.
Quench my thirst with my blood,
And smile at your mention.

Wrap your scarf around my neck
Just to keep the cold inside.
Bear the weight of your words,
And laugh hollowly to confide.

I'll keep your precious joy
Protected by my brittle bones.
I'd snap every last ivory stick,
To give you a bloody throne.

But as the milk doth spill,
The towel does best to clean.
But you can't wipe away shame.
Things aren't always what they seem.

Waiting in my prison cell
Of blood, bone, and frigid air.
I'm sorry we keep doing this.
Please, ignore my vacant stare.