Alchemisland

Not quite but close to frozen

Way way way down below, below the graves

Below the maze the skull-decorated catacombs make

Perilous to become waylaid

A flashlight flickering signalling a dying battery

We split up but now I’m panicking, regretting bickering

I’m feeling sick, I’m sorry I got thick with you, you cut the quick

But that’s why I love you, why I fill you with this dick

Thick soup dark and me spoonless,

And like the wretched eyeless man whose picnic

Harpies imperil, stomp blindly to my sightless doom.