i bathe in the river styx
unaware of kingdom below, as hell above,
and as the covenant moves,
as the waves turn silver,
as i let the heat beat me to the bilge
set to let the neat mane turn silver.
-yes, my throat saw it first.
-it only makes sense for you.
-a spider walked onto my eye, and when i blinked, i finally had an iris.
-…
-…
-does the raven fly?
-not when its legs are broken.
-…
-it is the pain of landing that holds the raven on the same broken legs, writhing.
-it fears pain itself.
-you are wrong again.