Held close to my chest is my darlingWith eyes of robin eggs and limbs of soilSmelling of pine and tiny daisies

When I hear them coming, I runI scramble, slip on airStill holding the one that is mine

They track me.They are everywhere.

And my darlingGrowsAnd tells some other storyOne of crabapples and smoke

I sprint, breakingBut my darling expandsAnd it burns my hands nowAnd its eyes shatterWith no baby birds inside

No, no, noStay pure forever

They catch usAnd take my darlingAnd I sit on the nothing,empty but open.