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Iggy Chuck Jan 2020
We wander
through the sleeping town,
through its glory and its misery

The night is ours
and only she knows
the words of passion
that spill from our mouths

What a beautiful feeling
knowing that neither the moon
nor the stars
are going to tell on us

Because we belong in the night
and she belongs to us.
Iggy Chuck Jan 2020
Swallowed by the waves 
that birthed me,
I shout at the moon
as angels with broken wings
drag me by my bleeding feet

The scars that mark my skin
are all shades of blue,
they carry stories I whisper
into the night winds
that sweep them back to me

The sleeping world crumbles
under the weight of my tongue,
acid words pouring 
from my blazing chest,
my breath sets the skies on fire

Swollen tissue, aching bone,
kings and queens watch me
walk over the line
that goes along their spines
and leads nowhere
and everywhere.

— The End —