Ecdysis from Orphnē by maud the moth

Dig deeper into your bedroom burrows for the ingrowing splinter you blossom around.
She wakes you up from your bed to sleepwalk you, over the palm of her hand.
I’ll wear my shiniest smile to confront her, but she´s a black hole swallowing all light.

You said: “I am yours to save, from the scavenging birds that nest in my chest”.
You said: “All I have I’ll share; from my dinner to the last breath inside my grave”.

Sleep my dear.

Your need dug into me for a place to belong.
You picked all of my locks till I was empty,
till there was nothing left,
till I was broken,
despoilt.

As she quietly holds your remains close to her breast, you´d trade Ariadne into the maze, to see her smile again.

Island heart adrift, reclaim all my soil just for your seed, to feel it all again.

We promised we wouldn’t make the same mistakes.
Oh! Atlas shoulders, this dome is too bright for our spines.

Weaving and weaving and weaving and weaving and weaving and weaving
​perfectly embroidered words
​​over my shoulders as a perfect cloak,
​​​to disappear below.

Oh! Atlas shoulders.

As the sky cracks, you can finally see your creator crawling on her knees.​​

Oh! Atlas shoulders.

• Alternative
• avant-garde
• ethereal wave
• singer-songwriter
• Edinburgh