your blackbow words
melt my syntax
into a scarfelt dew
things
feel
possible again
when i lay myself down
along your darklit spectrum
my words
prostrate before you,
crowgoddess,
ruler of all
that twiststurns
and licks clean
this lonely vessel of yeses no'd
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
your blackbow words
melt my syntax
into a scarfelt dew
things
feel
possible again
when i lay myself down
along your darklit spectrum
my words
prostrate before you,
crowgoddess,
ruler of all
that twiststurns
and licks clean
this lonely vessel of yeses no'd
