To She
who whet
the corven wing,
her skin pulled back
an open firth unraveling
her scarlet mood
the first
among the thirsting.
To Her
that swallowed whole,
the rye, the blade
that clipped the startled shoulder,
carpal deep in gleaming brine,
who shivered time a potent pleasure,
Garlanding
the golden hurt,
that life was
never hers..
Beholden to
a tethered ransom
rivered in her stars...
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 12:54 PM UTC
To She
who whet
the corven wing,
her skin pulled back
an open firth unraveling
her scarlet mood
the first
among the thirsting.
To Her
that swallowed whole,
the rye, the blade
that clipped the startled shoulder,
carpal deep in gleaming brine,
who shivered time a potent pleasure,
Garlanding
the golden hurt,
that life was
never hers..
Beholden to
a tethered ransom
rivered in her stars...
blood moon
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