if shyness shamed
the oceans slaughting
a bag of bones, it lain a stentorian love
if shyness shamed
she recalls in deathly naught the beguile
of roses, adulterated by her fingers,
written in verses yet morose
Dark
Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 8 Part I.
She hated them, but quite at times admired them for their will to live. The bond between them only got stronger and stronger the more adversities they faced together. Only Zara was able to flicker that bond for a few moments, that fucking siblings-bond.
“Castle of Devils” by M Jay Dixit.
Void gnawed at my guts
teeth that called my name
Pale heat of foreign city
such nights sighed tears – where
Bone Fishhook moon
throws silver knives
Stabbing heart
Violent Eyes
Rude hands
Absent manners
Prejudiced Minds
Baby Fingers tickled deep in womb
she loves you.
in sanguinolent dances we trade
our flowers for knots of the moon,
cracking until the leftover asylum of poetry
turns and explodes in our veins
midnight.
The moon is bitten / like the apple
under the bleats of the corvid / the enceinte tree
my pentrailium / shuts the black heart of lilies
do not find me, I want to be alone before I leave.
Shadowed Skies That Plum.
Shadowed skies that plum
The heart of infants, a strum,
Moved through bristles of walking wind
Kissed the dell once a moment,
And I’d dwell through lonesome seas.
