The tears are fluorescent.
Extraterrestrial warrior's descent
on grassy fields that feel like human toes
Grasping, choking for oxygen.
Acquisitive you are, touching and feeling,
Like a baby who has never cried.
The hole in your chest can only be filled
By me, reaching for the world's evils.
If I could, I would have made you out of glass.
Incipient man, the starry eyes,
You, see me for who I am, dazzle
As I polish away inconsistencies and lies.
Make me your gaze as I bite on
Soft ears that only know
Thrilling laments
Of all things beautiful.
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 11:35 AM UTC
The tears are fluorescent.
Extraterrestrial warrior's descent
on grassy fields that feel like human toes
Grasping, choking for oxygen.
Acquisitive you are, touching and feeling,
Like a baby who has never cried.
The hole in your chest can only be filled
By me, reaching for the world's evils.
If I could, I would have made you out of glass.
Incipient man, the starry eyes,
You, see me for who I am, dazzle
As I polish away inconsistencies and lies.
Make me your gaze as I bite on
Soft ears that only know
Thrilling laments
Of all things beautiful.