When (hasty remix)

Kore
dread queen
guardian of the gate
look softly upon us
how our skins
glow in the guttering light
through our hastily-patched
half-truths
heroic exaggerations
magpie-trap hopes
sharp edges
decay into sweetness
at your decimating caress
no one here cuts thread
who is not merciless
pitch-sticky tongues of flame
tick slowly through the hourglass
and when the last grain
echoes in the dark
Submerged One
stolen daughter
we beseech you
-laugh
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