The way you stalk me, abiding by evil, Is so fruitful And still I’m almost collapsed onto my knees, Despite the carnage, the red lips, the kill You dart between trees and heartstrings Ready to strip me of any flesh I have left, anything worthy Ready to clip me of any molted wings I could’ve kept, But you insist they wouldn’t serve me Every time I dip down into the water, I only see your face And the sky has knelt for an unfunny god And I’m running, but let’s be honest I love being in this place Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026