tonight i lift my dusky glass
and sink my teeth into the moon

and from my mouth's ragged wound
that pearly apple pours its blood
midnight's heavy light
into my hollow bed

drenching me to the skin
turning my dreams to silver
and dressing every shadow
as you

06/24/2012

Author's Note: it's the crescent moon, i swear.

Posted on 06/24/2012
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