In my             attic

A leather armchair

And a grey-skinned beast

After he has                         razed every window

Ruderal plants on floor

And                         shards will             spill

A fountain

Unto your             golden hair

Turning again

A            stained pillow

And a board game

I gulp my last                         breath

And             subsides into

Lest I breathe,                         I gulp

A             wake

Lucky.