Time to think.
You bring handwritten
testament with mistakes.
I exist because
you were there. Between
sun and moon, there
was no controversy.
I was knitting
my life near hornets nest.
Words betray the anguish,
giving credit to hemlock.
Disempowered
in shadows, I become
my own rival to fight
green snakes.
In sleepwalking
you discover the blind
walls. All blood-stained skulls
start rolling.