devil, devil

it can send me crumbling

down to the ground.

snapshots interlaced throughout

a perfectly good moment.

it strikes me,

voltages send me tumbling.

I chose to stay above ground.

do you hear me?

do you even understand?

I fell as Persephone did,

but we are free at last.

heaven is a place on earth

and the flowers follow me.

I chose to stay above ground

and I will stay through the winter,

giggling through rose fucking lenses

as I study every snowflake.

your memories linger,

like an infection,

a disease.

guess what, my Lord,

I found the cure.