i love you
it echoes in my ears, drives me mad

locking up my heart, i drift
endlessly, waiting for something -
it never comes, never can come, never will come

a husk, rising against the sky,
i fly
desperate to escape the cage -
even the furthest recesses of Ulangi
provide no comfort, no solitude

it is my penance, my pride, my pain -
my life, my love, my muse...
the cruelest of mistresses

deep in my breast, reaching for my scars
exposing them to a man
who gathers them up - in an attempt to
soothe them, only the effort
breaks them and makes them bleed


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Ios, in the year 127 MA.