me and death keep
tongue kissing,
maybe it's cause it's tempting.
having him all to myself,
the feeling of having
wings to hell.
but the black veil of
his dead wives
follow me around.
they murmur.
“ join us ”
—b.
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THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
