sleepy hollow's ophelia
sliding down easy into that dark water
living in light is easy but
loving in hell is hard.
you hold the devil's eyes,
bind his hands behind his back.
righteous queen of night
your whispers shake apart
the entire universe inside of me.

how does it feel
when someone loves every
little
piece
of you?
even the broken parts.

the moon knows.

she has seen countless confessions in her light, watched life and death alike, and judged none of it. the moon is the one who will not whisper your secrets to the stars. she is just a reflection, after all. limited by her existence.

the sun is the one who will betray you, will turn his back on you, will scream everything you've done to everyone awake to hear. the sun shines and does not care if you burn beneath him.

the moon does not care, either, but she is not vindictive, and for that, we tell her things the sun will never know.

didn't anyone tell you that the moon can keep a secret?

she is not the sun.

I've been sifting through
the scrawls and scribbles
written on some whim

passed by, not followed up
like lights that shine too dim

anyone can write a poem
it seems innate somehow
anyone can write a poem
except for me right now

How do you like
To stand in the
Frosty meadow

Minding the free air
Portions penetrate
Your dim auroras

From the laced sit
Of your Hollander
Cold icicles grow

As your gazes
Melt and meet
Barzoi and me.

Walking around
In the morning
Sun. You-stand!