The Bitter End

Tip toe walk into

Sleeping Beauty King

I doubt 
          I know 
                 I doubt

My fingers reached like brittle autumn branches

I fear I might scratch that skin

I know 
        I want 
               I doubt

My fingers

Look for the shovel

We hibernate

Stumbling through determination

And mud

The thrive moves under your skin

and breaks my prayer for a 300 year Beauty Queen sleep

We hibernate

Skin to skin

And miles apart

Pain creeps under your skin

Accumulates a pulse

Your left arm jerks

Determined

I know 
         I want
                I curse this autumn

Like the other 6

I hibernate

Shovel

The bitter end