libellule

on the dark of the moon
from strewn clippings
i ate her fingernails
and dreamt of her thrice

by the bright
she
was mine

Witchcraft

i’m going to tell you a secret. 
i am a cosmic child with a heart made out of rose petals and lead. 
hair that’s made of woven stardust flows atop my head
my lips are dark like an apple, a seductive shade of red
my laugh is not a laugh, it is a song instead
and when I fall asleep, i use a cloud as my bed
but if you were too love me…….
	well i think you’d be happier dead.