Written by Tabalith
Art by Mathias P.R. Reading


I’m still, I am still collecting the few bones
lying across the floor, dissembling the little
engraved notes of his song

And only the gods know I shouted
his song out towards their heaven, beseeching
them to throw me

Back into the mud where my bones were born
and where he found me, naked like a spider
with nine eyes of glass

But instead, I crawl into his torrid bed of
nameless feathers – just one more time,
I whisper to myself

My bones, mesmerized by his lullaby,
observe from across the room, my hands that
try to mask his face

And I watch myself, stripping off my skin
after I have kissed my skeleton goodbye
to glide into his veins