01-14-2018, 05:46 AM
The moon spelled destiny
from trauma and desire:
round and ugly,
a beautiful beacon.
Loathing a bloody wound
with blind, pure, hatred,
attached by invisible strings,
open and seething,
while hotheaded oblivion rose
to immortality, infinite and savage,
dust easily between two fingers
and great distance.
Shame wrenching the past
from a wretched memory.
from trauma and desire:
round and ugly,
a beautiful beacon.
Loathing a bloody wound
with blind, pure, hatred,
attached by invisible strings,
open and seething,
while hotheaded oblivion rose
to immortality, infinite and savage,
dust easily between two fingers
and great distance.
Shame wrenching the past
from a wretched memory.
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches