Atop the Wings of a Magpie

Like dangling keys in front of an infant<br/> Chattering flaking bones<br/> I'm building sandcastles from your ashes<br/> In the twisted molten mess we created<br/> <br/> Death machine<br/> Hurtling through time and space<br/> <br/> Consciousness<br/> Atop the wings of a magpie<br/> Searching for something shiny<br/> Obliterate<br/> <br/> Tangled between sheets of matter<br/> Slicing razor sharp splinters<br/> Rusted brown like an old barn<br/> Rusted red like our own blood<br/> <br/> As it escapes us it binds us<br/> Forever entwined in an accident<br/> But after all<br/> I'm glad it was with you

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026