Pull back the cover
Cloaked in shame hidden curled
Clutched in fetal posture
Handmade quilt of sad her netherworld.
Vacancy sign unabashed lit bright
Open for another then some more, always room
The heart accursed to share its light
Heavy burdens’ thanks for peace? Carry gloom.
Coiling snakes wait to devour
Pausing pulsing writhing ’til
Rhythmic rolling thunder louder
Beget fate’s mouldering swill.
Impulse collides with self-control
Each reel off on a brand new tack
Forgetting our original sin still on parole
Guilt’s that companion stabs you in the back.