Saint George
Tottering field, shared spiral.
Picture bent the wrong direction.
Tragic disasters piling.
Terrifying addiction feeds
anxiety. Mudslide, ugly trauma
haunts my mind. Four demons,
four horsemen, eight on its side.
Blade like a boomerang.
I hit vicious. The bite of a wolf.
I step with stubborn knuckles.
Plague redacted the moon.
Catch me rediscovering magic.