Sigil

poison spills forth
from your cleft tongue
ravaging diminished thought

silence
poised for sacrifice

below
a fractured carapace

glints of malformative moonlight

desperate to compose a feeling

slowly separate like icicles
of drastic insignificance

drowning in the deconstruction

relevant
to only them

sybil
sigil
centric chasm

a portal
to impurity

presaging a vortex
of decisive condemnation

far beyond the grasp
of this decrepit sabotage

bolstering a crude comorbidity
that only cries beside her

left
am i to stir this cauldron
stowed away
by scrutiny