spirit

sticks tight in my craw.
a small but bile filled blue pill.
no point vomiting.

scratching through the webs.
avoiding coloured spiders.
venom a slow death.

my wider kinship.
a circle embracing all.
i am but one thread.

the christmas stories.
of family times long past.
what was once not now.

upon seven seas.
from crows’ nest to horizon.
vultures picking bones.

it is the season.
to be jolly and joyous.
why the lump of coal?