moon sun shadow
February 1, 2011 at 11:35 pm (Uncategorized)
Open laid bedsheets, crinkling aesthetic, with its bone marrow grease; its filthy absorbent, patchy quilt feathers.
You glow at me as I ripen my tendrils, plumping them up, sewn into an apple which I gave to you thru a simple kiss.
These days are numbered, she said; I opened my pages, the start is always a beginning, the end a far memory, never wanting to begone. Yet, I begot her there, cringing face muscles atrophy.
You knew, always, to give me a drama; my play always so sickening, my chorus for my own song, never ending.
I watch our brethren bathing under starlight, escaping age and believing they are light shadows, capable of playing dog.
With monster bear-crocodilian stare; and a murderous appetite for their own destruction. Poor creatures, purest featureless…
And, Welcome to the midnight sun! reversely inverted on the pale moon dawn.
Hey girl, did you hear? Nighttime kills if you have no poison, so drink it slowly…it’s a tasty solvent.
aarlah Community Member 
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