Into This Blue

This blood birthed twine holds me tight,
A web I wove in the shadows of my demise.
I crawl to its touch,
Waiting, seeking.

Forever it holds my thoughts imprisoned,
Birthed, then, a night in me.
The chains loosen, dripping…
Blue glass pours deep into my tomb.
Shining, exploding my soul,
I see the glass fall—withering away.

Alas!
Dawn comes,
Healing these wounds.
Nightmares in the flesh, I awake.
Hallowed is the night.

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