Too bright to view
With human eyes
Too colourful to see at night
The pond was doused, early on
With summer rain
From far beyond
She turns her remorse into rage
And drags the dead sheep down the stage
Just to watch their boiled blood
She draws the knife
And stabs the sun
In that pond, just backyard
she spends her time
in the darkest summer sky
Wishing for unearthly stardom
Having parties with the leeches
(she's sunken to the bottom)
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC
From sickly town
To large parade
It creeps and lurks among the way!
For neighbour’s blood and daughters rage
To the mere house-mouse
And corpse ablaze
A miracle that must contain
So many ashes in dismay
The vitriol in summer rain
Has poisoned bloodstreams in dismay
To piles and piles
Of bones just there
The grimmest reaper
Of the year
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
Maiden mater, maiden’s gore,
for plenty sorrow, plenty sore
has struck into the slow foreshore
maiden's stature,
how I long!
to reminisce all summer long
toward the blurry winter light
I'll breathe away the rancid spite
and see and subtly close my eyes,
and climb into the auburn sky.
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC