Widows weep, like windows creak
Like a widow's peak
From which i jump
Down to the abyss
The water, off the cliff
Down onto the rocks
The waves
Will crash with
Down in the sea
The harpies fear me
As light fears the water
They tear me apart
My body still dry
Bloody and lifeless
splattered like art
And she eats my flesh
Her talons wide open
Sharp and diseased
Wide-eyed she speaks
Unclear to me
Like hairpins she stabs me
Into my skin
Rotting i weep
Harpies and hairpins
Cold and twisted
Her feathers falling
Into my wounds
My chest left agape
She drags my body
Out of the
landscape
Into the sea
Onto the rocks
Under the cliff
On widow's peak
