Walk
On your
Broken feet
Carry the fawn

It has two heads
Its lifeless form
Looking back at you
With glassy eyes

Melding
With your frame
Nature and beauty
Are torn

Delicate form
Vulnerable soul
A monster becomes you
One of old

Transformed
By a lifeless will
It cannot be seen
It cannot be touched

You are the fawn
It grows inside you
It will outlive you
You will not be reborn

At the top of the hill
You watch the world below
Writhing with life

You have two heads
You feel one pushing out
Trying to see

Seeds
Are planted
In your mouth

When they bloom
They burst from you

Face
Yourself
Your new
Self

Victim
Of nature's
Apathy of reason

You have two heads
One faces within
It lives in darkness
The world is internal

A phantom head
The corpse of a fawn
You try to ignore it
It will replace you