1 month ago
Soon the sun will die
not in the sky but in your belly
because nothing lives on
for another decade
that is not already present
Two auburn cats look through
the nights thick blanket of white
skin of moon at me
They have come to kill me
And rightly so
1 month ago
The thick blood flows
through the glass heart
with its chambers of 4
into the broken veins
that line my face
as I look for your soul
outside at night
every saturday
as the moon goes from
red to white to black
