when the sun fears enough to cower over
the moon with its knees and
is kissing the tender
glass of the mirror
that reflects one side,
neptune weeps like a baby
birthed from a place unknown
yet needy all the same.
with that,
my eyes are forced open
my hands to take its waist,
its apple that was once
part of a tree.
heat sears me like stigma
yet this is different:
a paradox that speaks
not in tongues of abuse
or nationalism of one's mind.
instead,
this new sensation
is accompanied by
a high-pitched falsetto
as if feeling every paper cut
**** into his mind,
his flesh of lost innocence.
then, when reaching out
to touch this "him",
this hymn i've found,
his skeletal oblivion makes itself known.
- eozyoh. 8.12.2017. 12:42 am
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
when the sun fears enough to cower over
the moon with its knees and
is kissing the tender
glass of the mirror
that reflects one side,
neptune weeps like a baby
birthed from a place unknown
yet needy all the same.
with that,
my eyes are forced open
my hands to take its waist,
its apple that was once
part of a tree.
heat sears me like stigma
yet this is different:
a paradox that speaks
not in tongues of abuse
or nationalism of one's mind.
instead,
this new sensation
is accompanied by
a high-pitched falsetto
as if feeling every paper cut
**** into his mind,
his flesh of lost innocence.
then, when reaching out
to touch this "him",
this hymn i've found,
his skeletal oblivion makes itself known.
- eozyoh. 8.12.2017. 12:42 am
