Wormwood
Turn myself thorny
At hints of trouble
Protection priority
When I am aware
Pain follows closely
Too close
Breathing on my neck
Tickling the thorns
Sway in breeze breathed
Turn myself thorny
Keep away from worlds
Beyond overworked parchment
Splayed with warrior’s blood
Tar and toiled
Turn myself thorny
Bleed absolute
All over wormwood
Wrapped around bedposts
Pain bound me to
