Walk
On your
Broken feet
Carry the fawn
It has two heads
Its lifeless form
Looking back at you
With glassy eyes
Melding
With your frame
Nature and beauty
Are torn
Delicate form
Vulnerable soul
A monster becomes you
One of old
Transformed
By a lifeless will
It cannot be seen
It cannot be touched
You are the fawn
It grows inside you
It will outlive you
You will not be reborn
At the top of the hill
You watch the world below
Writhing with life
You have two heads
You feel one pushing out
Trying to see
Seeds
Are planted
In your mouth
When they bloom
They burst from you
Face
Yourself
Your new
Self
Victim
Of nature's
Apathy of reason
You have two heads
One faces within
It lives in darkness
The world is internal
A phantom head
The corpse of a fawn
You try to ignore it
It will replace you
