Nights and words

I know the pain,
Irrevocable moisture on pillow.
the fights between the pills and cactus
morning lust with skeleton.
Quick thick penumbra,
a hysterical sigh each day.

purgative blood makes you strong i think
something out there makes you more black
and you hold and clasp,
till you gulp and swallow

i know that surreal romance,
clicking noises
of seizures and tears,
of ink and words.


Read my poetry published on this amazing journal Dying Dahlia review

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