razor-thin razor-sharp
spiderwebs strung from
spire to spire of tall
dried cracked stalks of
dead flower-stems flower-bones
walk right through the invisible
barbed wire oblivious as you're torn
to shreds to shreds blood seeping through
pale pale flesh
hatred hacking across
your delicate bird-bone wrists
'so what's your excuse, baby?'
tripped and fell.