Who are you.
With your wide, budding eyes
Red as roses on the smallest headstone
Can you see the hues beneath my skin
crunching through my veins
dying my soft marrow a shimmering gold
What do you want.
some warm honey to soothe your cracking throat
and tame the fire flaming on your tongue
would you like to snap my bones
and leave me wounded for the wolves
Are you afraid. Frightened. Petrified.
of standing tall against the skyline
are you terrified your timid stance will be overcome
by the towering city atop your shoulders
No? Not you?
do you blossom with amusement
entertained by the ominous path that beckons you forth
dark and filthy with fallen forest
are you prepared to clear the brush and creature skulls
Dare you hold your head above mine
you may feel mighty
you may feel strong
but when you straighten you spine
jut out your chin
pound at your breast
you look small to me.