Temple

Within a dormant crystal tomb I lie,

Heart hardened into a ruby nest.

Weighing on my mind;

Heavy in my chest.

Fear twines around me in silken cords,

Gently encasing my body.

Allowing me only

A silent gaze from a shattered mirror

Of dead amber eyes and blue tainted lips.

Icicles hang from my heart,

Carmine and glistening,

As my body shuts down,

Supported only by my honeyed web.

An icicle shatters,

Showering millions of fragments

Through my temple.

My falling temple.