stop shaking me!

stop this wretched twist you do at my wrist
the pull
the push
the spiral rabbit hole i fall
climb then claw
back on my mountain top again
now pull me back down
why dont you!
why dont you!?

push me

tinge of devil

i could wrap you in my cloak
but i swing it in fury
dance it at your lips
at the very fingers you reach from

circling your words with yours again

let us share what we both know
i am no pot of gold
we can say it out loud...

we expect failure and nothing more