The Golden Spoon

Orphaned willows
planted in the soil of my heart.
The continental crew ships
flow over the oceans of my sorrow.
wolves in the darkness.

Minty breath and an ice cold liver.
My exoskeleton weeps.
The blue moon shines its light apples on my windowsill.

Envy of my existence,
five minutes left.
Daggers on my tongue and
molten pools of shadowed bliss.

Rings on a platter,
liquid down my face.
conserve my energy
End the golden spoon