when the moon
blinked, he saw
me, angry
but not mad. i
have stars under
my tongue. i
won’t swallow
and my bones
scream to be let out
from under my skin—
they are the fire
on the surface
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
when the moon
blinked, he saw
me, angry
but not mad. i
have stars under
my tongue. i
won’t swallow
and my bones
scream to be let out
from under my skin—
they are the fire
on the surface
don't wake me. i'm not dreaming
