February 5, 2019
5:35pm
I bite the moon like the divine fruit she is / teeth gnashing / pale blood flowing from my mouth / silver starlight sedates / putting me to sleep
all this time / eons have passed / a dreary dream I've been under /
stagnancy seduces me and the sea calls to me /
I cannot hear over the crashing / the annihilation of souls / of selves inside of me /
I am not ready to be chosen / I am not ready to be heard /
the sweet salt air of the ocean / oh, beloved / she will wash me of my dreaded poison /
like a wolf, I howl /
to what would have been the moon / yet I swallowed her whole and now /
howling is an empty cry of hope to a cracked sky
