Shards hidden
Lay in wait
For three opportunity
To cut
Senses seek arousal
Take a peak
Step down
Let the flesh open
Let the blood drain
Arteries limp
Almost lifeless
On the cusp
Resuscitate
As the blood returns
Continue on
Shards are now fuel
They’re your guide
To the place
Where you long to be
Sequestered
Baroque Medusa 