Fawn

I've always played with sharp objects.
Hovered my hand over the flame
That picks away at the meaning
And covers it all with soot and shame.

I used to sleep with a claw hammer
Under my soft, cool pillow.
There's always a whisper just beyond.
I feel the shiver between the willows.

I kept shards of glass with jewelry
In case I couldn't scavenge anymore.
I always had long strands of ribbon
In case I was tired of my lore.

I had money and marbles stashed
For my journey to the west.
I clearly never made it very far
As the moon showed me it was best.

If there was something I've learned
It's you can live through the battle,
But the scars and the blood stay
For a romanticized death rattle.