The stars aren't as tasteful
as I'd hoped they'd be,
You fickle moon,
You eclipse of a lover.
Vinegar. That's what
those cosmic light bulbs we
call stars taste like. Raw
and savoring, bold & eccentric.
Kissing summer on winter's lips
The cheek of spring still stings from autumn's hand
And I'm marooned in this fine
red wine hour,
nostalgic in the art of reading
The hum of dragons pulse~
The whisper of the wolven breath,
This time around your blood
was thinner than ice.
Twisting the tendrils of our thistled love
across my snowy throat,
Crimson is so ******* beautiful
It was your job to swallow sunsets and it
was mine to throw up sunrises. We
followed the commandments branded on
It was the only bible we had,
Because my scars were worth
When the roof of the sky meets the jaw of
the sun, the teeth are the clouds & constellations.
I fed the world my spine because it was starving.
chinking off marrow, and mouthfuls of my flesh,
And in my wake you shifted the lapis void,
forcing my eyes open as gold tears spilt
Streetlamps groaning at midnight,
will you watch the ravens with me at 3 a.m?
I'm not one for fate but,
destiny is mine for the taking.
Bones wish they're bending,
yet promise they're not breaking.
I bargained my soul and sins with Lupus,
and now I am his poet.
A daughter of aurora borealis,
buckets full of silver sloshing admist
When I no longer love you,
it will be silent,
This one's for you,
my wolf girl.
I'm sorry that I am
the reason you're
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