plead a chef out of a cold night by efni

Mar 2023

let the night consume me.

swift and soft cold winds
like metal cake cutters
shaping and taking my skin
while the moon of many
loyal supporters burns
into my gaze turned glare

glory turned gratitude

09.03.23

you are not for the taking
i must have you nonetheless
what choice do i have
"i must"

Written by

efni F

(F)

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