There she sat, my pretty little pink ribbon.
Just out of reach, you dangled precariously out onto the edge of my blade,
Unknown in the forces which within you lay.
How could you know my pretty little pink ribbon?
How could you fathom,
the lines which crisscrossed your mind?
I saw signs in the shadows, glowed embers in the stones while their brittle sticks began to break my hallowed bones.
And while these marked shutters withered underneath your spell,
I saw the hungry bleached skeletons spit their;
Spin. Drop. Spirals, out underneath your chest.
Holy girl they stuttered...Where art thou?