Fides

[critical mass]

I am grave-bound. Have your envy-
ridden pony crush me nightly
with its teeth like jagged daggers
smiling at me so politely.

In the silence of the vestry
shave your whispers, bond them tightly,
offer wine from bloody roses –

seek interment on my tongue.

Man I'm glad billy jumped in here first.
I've been herefive or six times, deleted every response and went awau cussing.

Sometimes Fides is considered as Faith, wrongly.
You use it in a vestry, so that confused me.

I actually think this is about sexual exploitation.
You can cut off my tying fingers (3 total) if I'm wrong.

Either way great read, love the voice.


David