I was a bluebird once,
but you clipped me nightly
(because I gripped too tightly).
my feathers earned, but later burned
I've grown into a monster now,
no longer blue, and older too.
i've grown my teeth, gritting and grinding
so i can bare them, snapping and smiling.
it's summer still, and now i'm freezing.
slighted them, her bones now twisting
among him and many, flayed and furious
skin grows back, and i'm very curious.
this anger is tidal, crashing over you;
but the moon is too, and leaving soon.
SATURNALIA
