Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Mike Jewett Feb 2015
The skin in our psalms
Our saviours

Is the skin that night
Peels from our bones

When stars refuse
To glisten like dew.

Our crossbars bear weight-
Nanograms

Adding up
To the density

Of hearts.
Mike Jewett Feb 2015
Inugami
gnash their teeth

at frigid air that leaks
from florid pores.

Bloodletting makes us weary
so we sleep and bleed

and dream
of Fuji's winds.

— The End —