weeping willows only cry in the summer

A Poem by Jinelly

"Time is fleeing!"
wet wrists soaked in grass and open viens.
a shrunken sea of hoplessness,
and blood filled bones.
"Call the sun!"
a stream of energy around her neck
flowing in between her breast,
letting every moment overcome
the body that was rented
"return as pure as it was offered."
dirty fingers
smoke stained insides.
as a crow breeds behind her ribecage
and he wipes the blood off his claws.
cough up the coal,
breathe in the gold.