Clone,caught hold of your flood lung,

harbour your ‘someone’,prevent me.

Shown,you swoon in your lace run,

brooding, a quilt tongue,pining me.

Calm,clot, cold, and bleed

Bone,pull over your midriff,

labour your inches,widow me.

Hone,all crimson and hinges,

tarot and itches,corner me.

Fauxshot, sold and bleed

cower all your cinders,fake usbower in your shivers, shake us.