I want to lose myself in

the rain

a torrent

of black angels’ tears

somewhere in deep forest

where only faeries talk

and moss is soft bed

and I can drown

in peace.

in pain.

 

take me there…

or I’ll walk one day.

just head out, past the horizon.

one foot after another,

as I have survived my whole life.

I will meander slowly through the rain

droplets softened by eves of pine trees

you will never see me again.

 

the black angels overhead

their wings brush the tips of the trees

as they loom above

and make the deer cower.

I sink to my knees

and give them homage

with my wrist and knife and blood.