Poem 08

The Queen climb, climbout her throatfear hissing,vomit on edge climb, climbbleed out the contents:nightmares,and her dreams climb, climbdrip from her eyes:shivers of the spine,regrets of yesterday climb, climband claw your way,gouge out the unnecessary:memories of today climb, climbhew her heart,turn it into dust,and win!the almighty duel. © since 2011/2012