WillowNo aging willow,Willow by AKMV420
No snow in your shoe,
No first rain,
No cold shower at midnight,
No life within,
No cross upon your chest.
Silver touching body,
Chilling, freezing, sunlight,
Silver passing through reedy fingers,
Collapsing onto the palm from which you feed.
The scent of curiosity still lingers,
Tossing, turning, a tear from eyes, crossed, they bleed.
You bleed; the floor is your home now,
The shackles; the wall is you bed now.
Your eyes; they carry no light now,
The collar; your name is Crystal now.