Cornish [Gaidīšanas ir beztermiņa]

You, sitting there, small cornish, watching clouds pass

Crawl. Bleed.
You as hero. 
Longing, in episodes.

From your words,
innocent mouth,
pain comes out.
Scars and shreds,
Insincere kindness,
repair,
complete.
One.
Then we part

To the ground,
tear apart,
claw, rip flesh...
You are not back