SpineGlass

<br>Crumbling at the very core of my being<br>Dropped on my spine and now I find<br>My spine is made of glass<br><br>Wax veined, moth to the flame<br>Bones grind, dropped on my spine<br><br>Bloodstained glass in the sand<br>Softly slaughter the lamb<br>So slow, knife in my back<br>Remains like needle tracks<br><br>Beautiful words are seldom true<br>Tongue of thorns, my spine is glass<br><br>Spineglass <br><br>My spine is glass