Sybil

Ataraxia

I ran away from the black church on fire

golden and silver trees falling on me

their leaves just like tears of mercy

I reached the lake whose waters changed into ice



they tried to bury me

as a violet light

took me

a wild scream skinned inside



I looked around, myriads myriads of mirrows

all my images went out of their glass

showing me their hands a red cross stamped with

blood

I was the victim of a sacrifice



they tried to bury me

as a violet light

took me

a wild scream skinned inside