desire
I daydream oft of redemptive blood
splayed about
the room
about me…
I daydream oft of redemptive blood
splayed about
the room
about me…
When my demons come for me
I won’t go with them willfully.
When my demons come for me
They chase my shade eternally
to holler and bellow
“Submit and follow.”
When my demons find my shadow
all weak, my gut hollow…
My little moon
Dance
Moon bright
Pure night
Snow quiet
Deep
Miles of air
Frozen
To frame this night
Do-what the music dictates
Do-what… Do-what
But what happens when a baby dies…
is that capitalized?
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I love espresso,
So sweet and so strong.
My eyebrows dance
As I sip soft blackness,
is it so easy to leave love
to rush off without a word
to run away spurred by anger
for what occurred
is it not absurd…
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